The men dying to speak to her that she cannot even see. You see them because you talk to them as they grapple to be closer yet to her. You have taste... their hesitations and tentativeness. You share their horror at succumbing to her rejection. They, and you, are filled with this need for her. Yet you see so many of them lying along the side of the road, broken and wondering what could have been different. And so, it is that you redouble your efforts at submission only to find that you. The odor of his ass and the ting that it had made her heart beat rapidly and made her mouth water as she continued tonguing his asshole.Danny started to stir as he felt his mother’s tongue on his asshole.“Good morning, my son,” Karen greetd happily.“WOW MOM!” Danny exclaimed loudly. “You’re kissing my ass, mom?!”“I am my son,” Karen replied. “I couldn’t help it, Danny. Your ass looked so beautiful, I just had to kiss it.”Karen continued tracing her tongue on her son’s puckered asshole. The. He studied her pretty face, her lean long neck, her breasts pressed against the shear white blouse, her nipples becoming more excited, pushing harder against the fabric. She studied his soft facial features, especially the warm blue eyes and the plump almost feminine lips. She enjoyed his strong shoulders under the tight t-shirt and his defined chest and flat abdomen and his snake beginning to press against his tight white shorts. He studied her long legs stretched open on either side of his. Shonge shonge chirit chirit kore adh cup mal porlo glasstar moddhe.eibar bishe glassta shether mukher samne dhortei sheth oi durgondhomoy jinishta juse khabar moto kore gile nilo.Erpor kalu ar bishe dudike matha diye suye porlo pode pod thekiye.fole duto bara kacha kachi khara hoye fusche.majhe char angul fak.ebar kakima ar sei juboti bouti bichanay elo puro nengto hoye.ese dujon dujoner dike mukh kore aste aste du hatu te vor diye bara dutite bose porlo.kakima boslo bisher barar upor ar sei.