She smiled and opened my undi,i relaxed as warm moist mouth of hers wrapped my penis,she gave good job,but i wanted to return the favour,so without wa...ning lunged on her,taking her right on floor,pulled up her saree from down,I was feeling posessed,with in few seconds ,i was inside her,pumping her to ecstasy.the story took new twist that day,as after exploding in my moms hole,as i looked up,sis was standing there,i am not sure weather she was shocked or was she enjoying it.i wanted to make sure. That guy with the smirk, who called me a lesbian, is in there screwing her! Oh god! I've got to leave! I can't listen to her being screwed!But she couldn't make herself leave either. The sounds were muffled behind the door, but Laura had been in bed with Rina herself and knew what every little sigh or whimper meant. She glanced up and down the hallway at the doors of the other apartments, feeling guilty for eavesdropping on two people fucking. What if someone should come home and find her like. In any case, mom had to work and I spent a lot of time out on the farm with grandma.I was born when mom was forty-two. That means my grandmother was eighty-six when I was born. She still worked the farm she had inherited from her parents. Actually, for most of my life, she rented it out for crop share and only supervised things at planting and harvest. I don’t know how much actual supervision she did, but I remember her and me sitting out in the pickup watching the tractors as they planted or. Here it came. Here it was. Oh, fuck, yes. Jack it, jack it. Coming again. The best. The best.HIs spunk shot out in long ropes dropping into the water and forming drops that filled the end of the tub.Sighing now. Sated, he just left the come in the bathtub as he stepped out, pulling the plug and reaching for the towel. He wiped himself dry, giving his softening dick a nice rub, knowing his Mums would wash out the tub along with the grease and come encrusting the sides. That's how he always left.