. chap chap..awaj re kantha duluki paduthila..Mu dada upare pratisodha parayana re kampi uthili..chala uparu chali asili……..sidha rosei ghare khud... nka pakhaku. Khudi gote gita gai gai pariba katuthile..mu kahili.khudi tike jaldi mo pache pache asa..Khudi kichi nabujhi mo sange sange uthi mo sahita asile..dhana ghara pakhare sidi te padithila.. tanku se upare chadheili. Mu pachre chadhili. Chala kana re tanku bhitara ra garama garam dursya dekhei deli. Dada kemiti bou ku kuti kuti. It all melted together into one overwhelming feeling of pleasure that seemed to wash over me as I came for a third, exhausting, time.They were both in full swing now, much to my delight. The guy fucking my throat had got into a rhythm. He had figured out that he could fuck my throat for roughly 3 minutes before having to let me breathe, if he wanted me to do more than just lie there and take it. Rinse and repeat. Occasionally he'd finish a 3 minute session by driving hard and crushing my face. I asked her what could be the cause for her mother to do it this way. She said her mother is sex deprived, she has seen her mother fingering herself vigorously! She also said that her mother would discreetly call some guys home and get fucked whole night. But since it is impossible every night, she tries her luck on me!She continued, “Now that I have grown up, I don’t take this shit. I hit her when she comes close to me, but she still kisses my ass to wake me up in the morning, which I do not. Soon I stood in just my bikini briefs, the last scrap of fabric before I was completely nude. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, reminding myself I could always opt out after this session if I really hated it. Slipping off my panties, I placed my clothes in a pile and put on the robe the instructor had left for me.I could hear students enter the studio, chatting casually and setting up their equipment. Not thinking much of it, I sat down and waited for the instructor to call me in. I.