" That was pretty freaky, huh, Tom? ... Tom, are you okay?" She was right. I ... cant explain how she could possibly know, but shewas right about me."...What do you mean, Tom?" If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anybody else?" Of course. I promise." I ... well, let me start by telling you a story. When I was about four,I found my mom's wedding pictures. I thought she looked so beautiful,and I hoped that when I grew up I'd be as pretty as her on my weddingday." What?" Let me finish. I. He pushed on floor and inserted his small dick in my pussy. My pussy is wet and I was screaming. I was crying aloud” come on, fuck me hard. I want it with great speed”. I cried so loud it might reach the other room where my FIL was sleeping. He pushed three or four times and filled his cum in my pussy. I was dissatisfied and crying. He was looking hopelessly. He said ” I am sorry Priya. I am helpless. I am going to USA for three months. Be careful.” I heard some noise outside our bed room. I. The only room left to check was the kitchen where the top of the cellar stairs must be. Based on our previous experience with kitchens, we looked the place over thoroughly for any sort of trap. We did not find one, and we began to wonder why. Oh, well, we were thankful for all favors. We found out why when I opened the door to the cellar stairs.Not being a complete fool, I stood to one side when I opened the door. Dammit, there was the shotgun that we had been looking for. Unfortunately for me,. Minutes which looks like two drops of water at times.To my surprise, I do not disbanded.Our position, the situation was that my mother was there, taken from behind by her son who still bandaged like a bull in it.The situation, if one can call it that, was surreal, the Son, his cock erect under extreme stuffed in his Mother, on the edge of ejaculation, the Mother pressing against his Son, pressing his body against hers.At first she did not move, his hand was removed from my back to seize the.