Me: Keep saying thanks, thanks until I tell you to stopAnup: Thanks for fucking my mom , Thanks for fucking my mom, Thanks for fucking my mom, Thanks ...or fucking my mom ……. After saying 10 times he started crying loudly and he sat on the ground then I told him to stop but he was still crying Divya: Don’t cry son, I am okMe: Anup, bring me an ice creamAnup: We are out of ice creamMe: Go to ice cream parlour and buy some nowAnup: It’s 10 pm Sunil, parlour may have closedMe: I don’t care. Don’t. You come back out of the bathroom to find me and her in the 69 position, she is on top of me so I'm able to easily slide my fingers into her still wet pussy. You lay on the bed next to us playing with both of ours tits, you know what I want and you manage to flip us over so we are in the same position but with me on top. You slide your fingers inside me so they are nice and wet. You tease me by letting your soaking fingers trail over my arse and then moving them away again. After a few minutes. Inside the small room, the night clerk lets his shorts slide down, revealing his cock, smooth, long and thick. His new Price Albert piercing, was difficult to miss. The voyeur wanted to touch it, wanted to see if it was as perfect as it looked, wanted to kiss Clarissa's tattoo, to feel the softness of her butterfly, feel it flutter.The woman, naked now, her nipples standing taut on her well formed breasts, her shaven pussy wet with a desire that the man outside the window could almost smell,. Why don't you tell me your story."Alex talked for almost half an hour before he said "Geez. I've been babbling. This can't be any fun for you." Well, maybe I need to hear it to remind me how lucky I am. That should be enough to keep me from ... to keep me from... " she stopped as her voice broke up. He just let her be for quite a while.Regaining her composure, she changed the subject. "Alex, when we won that time, did you ... did you ... uh ... you know?" Pretty pathetic, huh? I never had a.