I got up and we danced and he Dave started telling me I looked really hot. I was wearing a skirt with black hose and sheer blouse that night. Thanks i...said. A slow dance came on and we stayed on the floor, He held me tight and was surprised by the feel of his cock and i started to get hot already. He moved his hands down and pulled my ass closer to him grinding his cock on me. He asked if Marc and I swing. I told him that were just married and beginning the shared wife lifestyle. He asked me if. Make me pregnant...I want a baby...I want...oh God...I need...I want...oooaw....oooaw...darling...yes...yes...aaaaow..."I was lost in her, pumping my seed in deep as if responding to her cry to be fertilised. I'm not sure to this day whether I really understood that cry - that it was seriously meant. Certainly it was different from the usual cries of the girls I had copulated with – "Don't make me pregnant will you" – but with mother I had been given the freedom to perform that act of creation. Me bola jesa me bolu aap wese karna .Next day sabke jane ke baad hum court gaye or waha shadi ki or fir mandir jake bhi ki .Fir mene maa ko honeymoon ka plan bataya . Mene papa ko bola ki mujhe company interview ke liye mumbai jana hai . Papa bola theek hai par akela kese jayega . Me. Bola ki mum ko le jata hu to vo bhi ready ho gaye .3 din baad hum mumbai ke liye nikal gaye train me bhi humne bohot kiss ki . Or hotel me aate hi gate band karke mene maa ki pakad or kiss karne laga .Fir humne. Once in her room, she sat me down at her vanity and combed my hair into a feminine looking style, adding a few barrettes to hold it in place. She then took some makeup stuff and put in on my face. She said it was just some thing to give me a little color. I think she said it was blush. She then applied some light lipstick on my lips and mascara on my eyes. Mom never made me wear any makeup so I wasn't sure why she did it today. I asked her what she was doing but she told me to hush."I told you.