Christianson noted that Charlotte's hand was sticky. He shook it, and as he did he studied her briefly. Blonde, almost-white hair in two long pigtails...framing a wide-eyed, heart-shaped face covered in freckles. A white t-shirt was tied into a knot just below her tiny breasts. Her skin had a yellow tinge and he wondered if she had jaundice. She was also pregnant, her massive egg-shaped stomach protruding between her narrow hips. Underneath was a pleated skirt, which bulged at one side in an odd. Sneha: oh bhaiya plz don’t tocuh it.Hmmmm (saying this she pushed herself back, rested her head on my shoulders.And held my hands before I could reach her belly).Me: sneha, let me just feel you.You are a tempting beauty.Am just not able to control.(saying this I slided her hairs from the shoulders and neck.And started sniffing her.My nose and lips were resting on her neckline and shoulders.And meanwhile my hands were exploring her naval again)..Me: sneha, let me just feel you.You are a tempting. "Don't darling, please don't fuck me, you must fuck mummy's cunt baby, oh fucking hell yes, I mean no!"Still not quite 100% sure about what was expected of him, Steven lay perfectly stillas his wanton mother fucked herself on his shaftHer pert little bottom undulated up and down, gripping him, every nerve ending in her cunt being caressed by the thick, solid penis inside her!Lowering her mouth again, she whispered so softly he could only just hear her words"You're a very naughty boy aren't you. .. a good looking man ... a good looking man who was not wearing a shirt, and was showing her all those rippling muscles on his chest, arms and back. He represented everything she had trained herself to dislike about men. She didn’t take the time to think about the fact that he hadn’t acted like all the men she was so disgusted with, or that he hadn’t actually come on to her in any way that was identifiable. He just represented that class of human beings that frustrated her so much.So her mind.