Pati Jor Se Kalai Pakad Kar Uski Hantho Ko Hata Deta Ha. My son kissed below my eyes and said- Maa Jaisa Mai Tumharey Saath Karta Hu?I Said-” Bilkul... Par Dekhna Kanhi Mere Ankhon Ka mascara Tumharey Moonh Mey Na Chal Jaye?He Said-‘ Ok Maa. He kissed again me on eyebrow.I Said-” Patni Jor Ka Sarmakar Chehra Ghuma Leti Hai, Par Pati Ko Rokne Me Bifal Ho Jati Hai. PatiJabardasti Uski Lal-Lal Hothon Ko Chum Hi Leta Hai!Son Said- Ma’ Jaisa Mai Tuse Karta Hu?And He Forcefully Kissed My Lips For Half. “We need to start planning the charity raids. They start in a few weeks, and we want to do something special this year,” she said excitedly.“Like what?” I asked.“We thought we would re-enact the capture of the Confederate troops in town at the train station, and then have a parade from there with all the volunteers who dress up each year marching in the parade,” she suggested.“How many people do you have who dress up each year?” I asked.“Would you believe around two thousand? This is a huge. She spanked my nipples with the riding crop, pulling the string tight and sending pain throughout my body.One man put his cock in my mouth and I closed around him until he had given me his seed. I did the same for the other.Samsara spanked my nipples as she said, "Hold that whore mouth open and let everyone see." She said pushing me way past my limits.Once I obeyed her command she said, "You may swallow, whore." She worked my clit harder with the vibrator. To be honest, I never saw the move. The miles clicked by as we rode past marshes and sand dunes, through quaint towns and along bluffs overlooking the ocean. The sea breeze was negligible enabling us to maintain what was for us a breakneck pace along flats and the rolling hills we encountered as we neared the finish line. Along the way we dropped all of the poseurs who had tried to latch onto our group but who, in the end, could not maintain the pace that we set. With one mile to go we stopped and arranged ourselves into rows.