Imran ko pani pina tha.To mummy ne bag me se botel lekar imran ko di. Phir mummy ne tifin nikala.Mummy=imran agar bhukh lagi ho to nasta kr lo., tifin...layi hun mai.Imran = kya hai aunty. Imran ne tifin khola usme pohe banaye huye the. Jise dekh imran khus ho gaya. Dono ne usi tifin me nasta kiye.Nasta krne ke bad imran gadi chalane laga. Imran= wow aunty bahut swadist pohe the , jarur apne hi banaya hoga.Mummy = han beta maine hi banaye hai.Imran= aunty aap dono hath mere kandho pe rakh aaram. We were moving in rhythm with each other. Her pussy became warmer and it started to tighten up as we began to fuck faster. Crystal stood up and pulled us over to the bed with her. Crystal led Beth to the bed, moving out of the way, pulling her off of my cock and helping her up on the bed so Beth was laying face up on the bed. Crystal sat up on the bed behind Beth, pulling her up to lean on Crystal . I re-entered Beth as Crystal started to rub Beth’s tits. I reached down and was rubbing Beth’s. I was hoping he was embarrassed as Iwas. That we'd never talk about it and I could try to forget it. But hewasn't that embarrassed, clearly. My hands were trembling as I slid mykey into the door, and hurried past my mom to my room.When I got in there, I opened the bag. There was a note. A pair ofpale baby blue panties. A pair of dark brown boxers. A.. a blackdildo. And some pictures. "When you jack off from now on, I want thatdick in your cunt, your pussy in panties, my boxers on your. What makes it special are her kisses on it. She'd write her note and the she'd kiss on it to make the lovely impression of her beautiful thick well shaped lips! Well what a way to send greetings right?If you're reading this till now I know that you'd be wondering about the most obvious - the physical part aka the sexual. I hate to mention it here. I consider it as being disrespectful to her, her friendship and her trust even though I'm not mentioning any of her personal identity. Well, all I.