Karib ratke 1 baje muje mere sharir ke upper se koi harkat honeka yehsas huya. Mene aanke kholi to mami sirf blouse or petikot me mere lund se khel ra...i thi.Mami ne mama ghar me hote huye bhi mujse chudne aayi thi,to me jada excited huya or mami ke muh me hi jhad gaya.Wo apne bedroom ke door ke lock karke mere door ko bhi lock kar diya, yaha pe mene khud ko nanga kiya or jhtse mami ko pakad ke unko smooch dene laga.Unko bed pe litake karib 30 min hamne yekdusrke lipps chate,unki or meri selviya. Dad flashed his lights once and she looked up, smiled and walked toward our car.All I could see, or rather all that my eyes could absorb was the most fantastic rack that I'd ever had the pleasure of viewing, live or on a screen. It was, and I say this with deep prejudice, even more erotic than the set of tits that graced Mom's chest. My cock damn near tore a hole in my pants as the blood raced to that important part of my body."Hello, Henry. Is this your son Joey that you've told me so much. Brutally and without ANY consideration for me! My horse lover fucked me for about 15 minutes and then I felt him tense up and cum deep inside my cervix. I could feel his copious cum pouring out of my well used hole and running down my thighs. I used my hands to scoop it up and spread it all over my pissy muddy body. At that moment I felt very contented. I've never felt so sated in my life! I heard Matt's voice beside my head, "We ARE going to make you into a cow." I was way too tired to. In places like Flatland, those were the rules. Each night they both went home to masturbate in their own beds, calling the other's name, until blessed relief temporarily assuaged their agonies.The war changed the rhythm of courting but it didn't change the rules. There was an undertone of urgency, for the war could carry the boys away and they might not come back. Maybe it was programmed in men to marry and conceive before going off to die, or maybe it was only a sexual need, but in wartime,.