Me ne kaha k sab aram se karo ga tou unho ne kaha k ye galat hai gunaah hai me ne kaha k Mama me apka frnd ho ap samjhe k ap friend k sath akr rahi ha...n aur apka B tou dil karta ho ga na….Mom bhi garam ho chuki thi me ne mujhe peche sar se pakra aur kissing shoro kar di.me ne apne lips apni mama k lips pe rakhay aur suck karne lag gaya… Mom bohut achi kissing karti thi mom ne purple lipstick lagai thi jo k sari mere lips pe lag gai me sath sath Mama k boobs duba raha tha sath hi sath apni. She has to have release. Her mind is made up She slides his legs closer, allowing for her body on top of his. She moves forward, cautiously approaching his waist with her own. She is on all fours. She raises herself up and creeps across his body, careful not to wake him. She is now straddling his manhood with her honey hole only inches above the treasure she seeks. She reaches down between her legs and grasps his steel-hard shaft; feeling the heat and moistness her own treasure box is. I used all my strength and tore the rope and started hugging and kissing her. she removed her bikini and let me suck those 36 size boobs. after some time I got bored and I got dressed up and started watching a movie, she then changed into a golden color bikini and came and sat on my lap and started taking selfies. And at around 7:30 the bedroom doors opened and Lavanya and my father came out.Both were drenched in sweat, my father was wearing a lungi and Lavanya was wearing a saree which was. “She’s a smart-mouthed little shithead,” Jill said.I couldn’t help but laugh. It was the pot calling the kettle black.“I seem to collect those people,” I said, gesturing to Jill with my thumb.“Hey!” Jill said indignantly. Liz just burst into laughter.“He’s right,” Liz declared. “You and she should be BFFs.”“At least you should refrain from calling your Mini-Me hurtful names,” I said, happy that the onus was off of me. Jill wouldn’t permit my revelry to last for long.“Why would she call you?”.