Ami ar deri na kore guder futo te barar mundi ta thik moto rekhe or komor dhore aste aste chap diye barar matha ta or guder vitor dhukiye di. Aaaaahhh...�� Uuuhhhhh isshhhh shitkar diye othe mita.Ami aste aste amar bara ta or gude thele dhukate dhukate kaam-uttejito golay jigges kori… Ki re… Betha lagchhe na to? … Naa shona… Tui dhoka… Bole mou nije or gud ta 2 angul diye fak kore dhore. Ami amar puro bara ta mitar gude thap diye dhukiye di. Oohhhhhh…… Mou er atke rakha dom ta ak sathe beriye jay.. Linda could feel her son's hard cock anxiously throbbing against her lower back. She blindly reached back with her right hand and eagerly rubbed the palm and fingers over the bulge, intermittently squeezing on the rounded tip. It wasn't long before his semen had seeped long enough to form a nickel-sized patch of wetness through the denim jeans he was wearing.It wasn't much longer before she felt her son gently working two fingers into her wet, hot canal. Linda smiled to herself, wondering how. My cock, although nothing compared with his weapon, was stiff with thoughts.A few minutes later our friend walked over to us with an apple and an apple peeler. Ignoring me, he asked Erika if she would like some. Of course she did. He took a couple of steps towards her, which meant he was less than an arm length away from her. He crouched down, legs wide apart and that huge dong hanging there. Erika didn't take much notice of the apple peeling. The beautiful cock was so tempting, but she had. " Christopher what are you doing here?" Christopher held out a large package "I came across this in Italy, I wanted you to have it." Miranda carefully unwrapped the package glancing every so often at Christopher, Miranda ohhhhhhh'd holding the musical instrument carefully "it's called a Mandolin, it's sort of like your mothers lute." Christopher told her waiting to see what Miranda would do. Miranda strummed her fingers over the strings and almost purred at the sound, putting it down on the.