We walked back to our hut, deliberately walking more slowly, drawing out the time. Let the anticipation build, I thought. Let it build.’ She cleared...her throat and opened her eyes. Uncrossed and recrossed her legs. I smiled. ‘Please, continue,’ she said as she leaned in. ‘Quite a wonderful tale thus far,’ she told me. ‘Our supper of perfectly cooked lobster was sublime, and better than finger-licking and lip-smacking good. We realized that after a long day of flying, and the pressure of getting. Maine mummy ki chut aur gaand ko chatna shuru kar diya. Mummy bhi maza aane laga.Mummy mera lund aage peeche kar rahi thi. Aur mera lund uchal maar raha tha. Mujhe laga mummy mera lund muh mein nahi lengi. Magar kuch hi pal beetne ke baad mujhe garma garam ahsas mila.Kamre mein chup chup ki awaaj aane lagi. Mummy ki garma garam jeebh mere lund par ghum rahi thi. Mummy bohut hi aache tarike se mera lund chus rahi thi. Bas main unhe dekh nahi pa raha tha.Fir maine mummy ko khud ke upar se hata. Not negro, but dark. At the ripe age of 18 she had perfect perky breasts with the most beautiful puffy bronze nipples I had ever seen. She was a small girl, standing at about 5' 5" and weighing no more than 120lbs and her ass defied gravity. But what especially turned me on was that she was a hairy girl. Besides the happy trail leading from her belly button to her pussy, her hair extended back to her tight little star between her ass cheeks. I even think she had hair on her toes, but removed it. His lips quiveredwhenever he looked at me, yet the softness he tried so hard to hide wasthere, plain as day, written on his face in tears and a tense smile.Time passed slowly, creeping by me as if almost stopped. Mom squeezed myhand again in support as I rose up and stood, perched in the heels, myknees together as only a girl would do. I took the two steps to hischair, raised my hand to him, and he took it. All at once he sprang outof his chair and clasped me to him, his bear like arms.