“Omigod, you bastard,” she mutters, “Total shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sounds like a good idea to me, so I slide her off the counter and let her ...ollapse on her knees. I extricate the fucking tackle, not without difficulty, and let her have it, to shut her up as much as anything. She’s avid, and quite expert, diving on my standard-size cock and gobbling it down like a cormorant, but then laying back and using her tongue in an educated fashion, treating it more like an all-day sucker than chewing. This is my first story which is a true story of my home.In my home i have my mother Rani and wife Rakhi. My father has been passed away 3 months before my birth and i hope this would not have happened then the situations will not be like today.Before my marriage we are a joint family including my uncle his wife my grandmother and 4 kids of my uncle, ye kahani tab ki hai jab main chota tha lagbhag 8-9 saal ka main or mummy ek sath sote the alag room mein, achanak kuch awaj sun kar meri aankhen. I kept kissing her soft full lips for quite some time before I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I put my arm around her and we both fell back onto my bed, kissing like we had never been kissed before. After a short time, my hand slowly moved from her back to the front, where I began to lightly massage her breast. This seemed to turn a switch on inside of her, and she moved her hand down to my crotch and began groping the growing lump in my pants. I slid my hand up her blouse and started to. So, I kept my moans low.He lifted his hand from my thigh and brought it to my shirt, which wasn't very low cut, so he couldn't go in from the top. But it was loose at the waistline, and he shimmied his fingers along my ribs and over my lacy bra. My tit throbbed against his heavy, warm touch.I moaned again, and he placed his other hand over my mouth, his rough, calloused palm against my face, his large hand covering from my nose to my chin.“Baby, I told you. Keep it quiet.”The theater was.