Dipty abb aaju baaju ke logo ko dekh rahi thi tabhi uski armpit handle wale haath ke armpit par kisine hamla kiya. Par isspar ussko kisi ne pakad hi l...ya tha. Dipty ko itni jor se gudgudi karne laga ki woo hass rahi thi. Uske armpit mano koi haat ke naakhun se chil raha hai. Dipty haste haste jor se boli ‘ bass karo, stop it!!’ Dipty ko sabb log dekh rahe the. Sabb log Dipty se do kadam dur chale gaye. Dipty ko jabb aisaas huwa tab usne sabb logo ko pucha .. usko gudgudi kon kar raha hai. Sab. We spent the day fucking and napping, with occasional breaks for a snack.When evening rolled around, Bob suggested we go to one of our favorite restaurants in town. I quickly agreed, and we were off to Skipper's, a little place on the water in Northport near our home. As we prepared for dinner, we were amazed at how well our program seems to have worked. I had no problem fixing my hair and makeup, and Bob gave himself a nice clean shave. It seems that all of the knowledge we wanted to keep. “And you are?” the sergeant asked me.“My name is Mick O’Dell.” I handed him my driver’s license. He examined it, wrote down the information on it, and handed it back.“What information do you have, Mr. O’Dell?”“I found out last night that my wife was having an affair with Mr. Smith. Today my kids came home telling me that Sasha Smith greeted them at the high school door yelling out to anyone in the area that my four children were the kids of the slut her dad had been fucking.”“Really?”“Yes. The. .. you're making Mother's cunt come! Fuck it... fuck it!"Ted grunted, stabbing his cock deeply into his mother's pussy, his young body going stiff. His vision turned hazy, and his cock throbbed, then he spurted into his mother's pussy. The rapid squirts of his hot come-juice spattered into her pussy, drenching it. Donna cried out as her cunt convulsed, gripping her son's cock with tightly flexing pussy-lips. She strained her naked ass to him, the spasms rippling up her stomach along the insides.