" "Fuck you man, these things are heavy. And why am I carrying all of this. It's your cottage." "Exactly," you reply "It's my cottage, so if you want ...o party here, you have to carry." Steve looks at you and laughs, "Ya, well all the booze and shit is in MY car; so unless you want to invite everyone into a dry cottage, you'll be doing a little bit of carrying yourself." You see the wisdom in Steve's comments and make your way outside to the 'car'. It's actually a shitty 87' Chevy Caprice wagon. The last time I saw him was a couple years ago, he moved away from us to study and got a job soon after.I must have been 11 when he left, he was 17, we were never really that close but something is making me really excited for this visit, my 18th birthday was just a month ago so he is 24 years old now, I wonder if he has a girlfriend.Some time passes and we finally make it to his house.My parents dropped me of outside his house and I'm trying to hustle all of my bags to the door when I heard a. She always wears tight dress you will easily get hard on by seeing her.38- 34- 36 her stats.Now she is not wearing duppatta , she is little shorter than me , she came near me , I could see her cleavage which is so big , poking out , She pulled me & took to couch in the hall. I just not feeling comfortable , she asked me do you love anyone , immediately I said yes I love shika. Regina asked because you love shika you don’t want to make love with me. I said yes I don’t want to have sex with you ,. For some reason, pulling her head back to turn her face up really turned me on.I didn’t ever want to stop fucking her. I was both desperate to cum and wanted to avoid it at all costs. I couldn’t imagine my cock ever pulling out of her. The feel of it sliding through that textured tunnel was exquisite. I couldn’t live without it, my mother’s pussy, the feel of her ass billowing against my hips as my cock dug deep into her cunt. I came hard, spewing my seed in a series of wild, lunging thrusts,.