Unka naam bhanu hai aur wo 46 saal ki hai dekhne mein meri mom bahut sundar hain looks wise same like smriti irani jesi hai. Mom bahut hi gori n plump...body hai mom ka figure 40dd boobs 34 kamar 42 ass haiMere dad gulf me rehte hai due to job and mai mumbai mai padhai krta hu humara ghr mumbai bangalore dono jagha hai vacation me dad yaha aate ha baki pure saal sab apne apne kaamo me busy rehte hai.Mom daily gym jati hai and ghar pr yoga bhi karti hai. Office jaate time mom mostly kapde mai. I put on my leather Bustier which is very tight and it is corset like. I put on my black lacy thong and then attach my black stockings to my garter belts. I get out my tantric pleasure whip and my top crop. I put on my black leather gloves and my black fuck me 5 inch heals. I admire myself in the mirror as I look pretty fine for our bondage adventure. I grab the restraints and go into the bedroom and leave my accessories there.I then meet you back in the family room. I approach you and tell you. She nodded. "Thank you," she gasped, glancing up at me as I automatically reloaded. "They got my sister. We were tied together, but he split us up. There's a boy too. Gone." They've scattered, all over the place," I said as I bent to relieve the dead man of his thin purse and other valuables."He was goin' to poke me," the girl said. She could not have been much more than twelve or thirteen, still mostly a child, short and pudgy.I nodded, handed her a cartridge box which she slung over her. I am wearing a bra, I realize to myself. And the more I wear it, themore my breasts will grow. And here I am... still wearing it.Previously, I had no doubt. Morgen said it was magic, and I knew there'sno such thing.But now... now I don't know what to think. I see the bra on my chest andI see the feminine mounds it is holding, and I know that my breasts aregrowing. Maybe I've known it for a while now, but I've just beenignoring the obvious, so entranced I have been with having sex withMorgen.But.