Ek din ghar par koi nahi tha mummy room mein thi or baby ko feeding kra rahi thi.Mummy ke boobs mein kafi milk bhara hua tha.Sonu room mein aaya or mu...my ko dhekne lga.Mummy ne pucha ki kya dhek rahe ho .Sonu muskra diya or mummy ke boobs ko dhek kar bola ki kafi milk hai.Mummy ne bola ha baby ne pi liya hai lakin kafi hai boobs mein dard ho rha hai isliye nikalne ki soch rahi hoon.Sonu ne bola ki mein help karu toh mummy boli ki theek hai.Sonu ne mummy ko choda tha toh mummy ne koi objection. . Toh usne uski beti ko corner pe sula diya aur hum dono side pe.. Divya ne kuch nahi bola aur wapas sone ka natak kar rahe thi ,, Tabi kuch 30min k baad , uska right leg mere upar rakha diya , mere toh lund ek dum erect ho gaya .Mere se control nahi ho raha tha , tabi maine bhi apna muh uski aur rakh k mere leg bhi uske saat attach kar k sone ka natak karne laga , achanak divya ne apna haat mere lund par rakh diya aur muhje toh kuch current lagne laga , divya ne bolo ye gift muhje chaiye tha ,. Then I'd turn off the camera, puton a new dress or pair of jeans and do it again. Atthe end, I'd rewind the tape and watch myself. Thisbecame my preferred method of masturbation. Thoughtime-consuming, it fed all of the fetishes I seemedto have developed. I loved the crossdressing, I lovedthe thrill of seeing what I looked like as a youngwoman. I loved the exhibitionism of parading about inwomen's clothing, and I lived for the voyeuristicthrill of seeing it on tape. At the end of each oneof. These guys held me at a total disadvantage. They knew me, my routine, days I rode, times I rode, and what I looked like. I couldn't identify them if my life depended on it. I never saw their faces. I am guessing one was white and one was black and they were about 25 but they both could have been white; both could have been black. What I DO know is...they both had very hard, thick, long cocks and didn't use any lube. They simply jammed and slammed my raw gurl pussy hole. They more than filled.