Chachi apne room mein ac laga k soo rahi thi.Mujhe hiral aur sagar ko nind nai aa rahi thi.Hiral ne ek game bataya.Hum mein se do log ek dusre se chip...k kr chup jayge aur tisra unhe dhundega.Mujhe pehle ae game bada ajeeb laga par sagar bi iss k liye raji ho gaya toh humne start kia.Sagar chota hone k karan hiral ne ussey hume dhundne k liye bheja aur hum kitchen mein ja k fridge k piche ja kr ekdum chipak k khade ho gaye.Meine mehsus kia mera land ekdum bada ho gaya hy. Mein usk chut par apna. Most were assassinated, often on behalf of one or other of their sons, who would then ascend to the throne. His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah was the subject of several attempts by Crown Prince Mustapha to overthrow him during the next fourteen years, though the young Prince never attempted patricide as a route to the throne. Thus it was that His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah was one of the fortunate few Emirs to die in his bed. He was rarely alone when he was in his bed,. Yes, that’s right, I got to kiss where I came from; more than that, I got to cum where I was conceived. When I had made the redhead ready by giving her head, she allowed me to fulfill my most wicked wish; filling her wanting moist hole full with my wanton dick. Mom’s willing pussy was an easy catch by my pursuing willie, her tender trap captured my conquering cock. In other words, if I was intent on taking her, then she would surrender; if I had to have her, mother was game and wouldn’t be. Every few minutes she'd shudder slightly, her whole body vibrating as she gasped for air."Do you... want something?" I asked, still feeling awkward, "A drink maybe." No." She drew her knees up, arching her back, her mouth wide as she let out a long sigh, "I'm, I’m, I’m, almost, almost, done. You know how... how the saying goes... if you want, something done right..." Hire a professional?" I joked.Her pace slowed, her chest heaving from exertion. A faint smile on her lips as she finally opened.