.Mai maze se prateek ka Lund choosne lagi.Tabhi Karan ne b apna Lund mere muh me ghusaya. Do Lund ko choosne me meri halat kharab ho gyi. Mera saans l...na mushkil ho rja tha to Maine Lund ko muh se bahar nikala.Tabhi zor se anish ne meri gand pe thappad Mara. Raand saali! Suna nhi kya kaha gaya hai tujhe. Lund bahar nahi nikalna hai. Huh? Ab saza milegi tujhe. Yeh kehte hi usne meri gaand ko berehmi se upar uthaya aur apne mote Lund ko ghusa diya meri gaand.me. Aahhh ahhh..nai Dard k mare. My knowledge as a miller servedme, too. I suggested to Stefan that he direct the people to build canals,irrigation ditches, dams and mills. The harvest increased 100 fold, tradeflourished and our long suffering people, at last, enjoyed real prosperity.Of course, Stefan got all the credit, and in truth, he deserved it fororganizing such a heroic effort.Childbirth was painful. I remember screaming, but in time, I somehowremembered it to be as good as sex. My breasts had swollen into. I had no problem with that.“Where will she board the train?” I asked.“At Palakkad itself. I will convey the message to her through telephone that she is to meet you at the station.” “All right, Shiju.”So I went home for Onam and spent the festive occasion with my parents at their house. My elder sister and her family also came there. It was a nice experience. I forgot all about Shiju and his mother and remembered about them only when I was getting ready to go to Palakkad railway station. I. The story I am going to narrate happened 3 months back when I visited my home in India for my 1 month. I’ve been living alone abroad since last 2 years and this was the first time I visited home. The lady of this story is none other than my very own mother. Her name is Seema, her figure is 36-32-38. She has big beautiful boobs and a round fat ass.The story started when I first moved to Canada and as anyone would be I was missing my home and everything and I wanted to go home and be with my.