Jon moved into the living room and began swishing his feather duster all over. As he moved around the furniture, the mantle and the bookshelves, he lo...ked at their family pictures. Almost all the pictures were of him and his mother, Brenda. A few were of Mom’s sister, Lisa. He had no other immediate family. Jon’s father had never really been in the picture. His parents had divorced when he was very young and Jon had grown up knowing only the stern, but loving attentions of a fearsome, career. They lived alone, they were very rich people of that village and had a big house, large farms and many servants at home. They had all the facilities at their home.So as decided my mother told my grandparents that I will be staying there for 10-11 days they were very happy and made all the arrangements for me to stay there they gave me separate room with TV, ac and my nanaji also got a new PSP for me. I went there and all the people were very happy for my arrival. We had a maid who had a. She had taken a hold of his head and was pulling his mouth harder and harder into her open pussy lips. The moans that escaped her mouth sounded almost a****l like, almost a low growl! Her clit stood out from the fold of her lips and throbbed with desire. Every time his tongue flicked over it, her body made a involuntary jerk. Helen began to thrash around the bed, pleading for the relief only a clitoral orgasm could give her. Finally she erupted with a loud moan, "Oooooh, I'm fucking cumming in. To wo man gayi or bola he beta do pehenti hu wo jab tayaemr hoke aai to kya batau kya lag rahi thi wo mene bahut tight silwaya tha kyoji me chahti thi wo sexy lage unke pure boobs bahar fad ke ana chah rahe the or upar se gufa saf dikh rahi thi, fir mene unhe bola plz me aapka thoda makeup kar du wo man gayi fir mene unhe bindi lagai or sindur lagaya to wo bolne lagi ye kya kar rahi ho to mene bola mummy jasi bana rahi hu plz aunty man jao to wo boli thik he but jaldi hata dena mene bola ha.