Usne mujhe bataya ki uske sabhi boyfriends gunde mawali type ke hai. Maine usse pocha aise boyfriends kyo banaye to usne kaha ki aise mardo se chudwan... usse acha lagta hai aur unme sex bhi jada hota hai aur wo jam kar chodte hai jisse mai satisfy bhi ho jaati hoon. Mujme to sex ki bhookh thi to maine kaha jaise marji mard ho mujhe to lund chahiye bus. Tabhi usne apne ek boyfriend se meri baat ki aur kaha ki abhi nayi chut chodni hai kya? Uske boyfriend ka name vishal tha. Tabhi vishal ne kaha. She smiled and I bit my tongue to keep from giggling at the double entendre. "OK, are you going to be home in time for dinner at 6pm?" she inquired. "What is it, 3pm now? I don't think so. I probably won't be home til around 8pm," he said sheepishly. "It's OK, the girls will be home for dinner. So I won't be eating alone." "Great, I'll see you later." "Good luck, love you," she said anticipating his reciprocating affection. "Uh huh, thanks," was unfortunately all he said before hopping in his. I have an important lesson to teach you.”This was enough for Rory to empty his straining balls into the warm, slippery cunt of the forty-year-old woman bouncing on top of him. As he shot his strings of spunk into his mother, he was rewarded by her cunt muscles gripping his cock tight as her body spasming in orgasm on top of him.“What's this new lesson, mum?” Rory asked as the two lay side by side recovering from their strenuous fuck.“There will be times when you both want to fuck, but a sucking. She hadn’t voiced any protestations because she knew that her opposition would simply encourage Bianca even more. So, whenever Dillon came round, their mother was dutifully pleasant to his face when both girls knew damn well she was seething inside. Like now as she announced Dillon’s arrival. “Bianca, Dillon is here.” She always sounded like she was talking through gritted teeth whenever she said Dillon's name. Quickly - and not before time, Carla thought - Bianca finally pulled her knickers.