“So, I’m guessing you like this?” she said casually as it was nothing. “Yes, Sam,” I replied. Trying to hold back the urge of grabbing her f...et and fucking them until I cum. I started to breathe heavily as she moved her foot closer and closer to my face. I was just about to speak when she placed her big toe in my lips and said, “Shh.” “As you enjoy this so much, you can massage my feet every day,” she said. I tried to speak but she pressed her toe harder against my lips and said, “Don’t speak. Her husband wouldn’t be home for a few more hours and her house-staff was busy preparing dinner.“You are evil, Nancy,” she snickered. “What do you have in mind?” Amanda coyly asked.Nancy laughed and sarcastically replied, “You stapled our English prof’s scrotum to his desk and you have the nerve to call me evil?”Amanda giggled, “He begged me to! And what were you doing, Ms. The Pot Calling The Kettle Black?”“I was fucking his ass with a huge strap-on. And we both aced his class,” Nancy. Maine unhe jakad kar unke honth khaane chaalu kar diye.Mami ne mujhe nakhun maar diye, lekin main unke honth choosta raha. Fir maine unke blouse ko khol diya, aur unke boobs dabane laga. Ab mami siskiya lene lag gayi thi, aur unka resist karna kam ho gaya tha.Fir maine mami ki chaddi utaar di, aur chut ke paas chumma diya, isse mami gaand utha kar dono pairon ke sahare mere daant tak apni chut ko le aayi. Main bhi nashe mein aur sex ko apne dimaag mein lekar unki chut ke daane ko khaa. He slowly rubbed the soapy rag over his shoulder, then down over his large breasts, finding it sort of erotic and very weird. He also found it very strange washing a flat crotch, especially after what he'd been through. He had meant to hurry, but got distracted by his bulging breasts again, and got aroused. He soon found that he was rubbing his breasts and fingering himself, then caught himself, forcing himself to stop. Finally though he was finished, and stepped out of the shower, drying.