She-aii ki vavchis.me-na kichu na vavni moti ..moti aunty tui akta .she- ami mota .motao na...saree porla aktu mota laga amaka.me- aktu noi valoi mota...laga ra..she - ki bolli,,kothai mota ra me-so i got courage and said )aii tho atho mota paacha ,atho mota pet.she-ki bolli...amar paacha mota tor ki roga kati.ar meyeder paacha aktu mota hoii tui osob bujbi na choto chela nijer ta ki dakh .me-amar tho balo tao .then she sat on my lap and feel her soft butt cheeks 'me-ki norom ra tder she-meyeder. My shooting Quiller was officially accepted as self-defense, and there'd be no charges. My clobbering Golden with his own paperweight was simply brushed under the table.Hell, I guessed, if you can't smack kidnapers of little girls and people who order up murders in their own offices upside the head, who can you hit?The last two hours of the afternoon was taken up by my giving a "deposition" meant to provide the underpinning of the audio. It focused, of course, on the ten or twelve minutes I'd. It all started on day when I was studying lying on the bed. That’s when my sister came into the bedroom after bath with a towel rapped around her. She used to wipe herself in the bathroom and just change into new clothes in the room. There was a cupboard at the end on of the room (master bedroom) she used to open the cupboard and change her clothes standing behind it. I used to do the same and we both never used to lock the door. There was mirror in the corner of the room and I noticed that. I sucked on her tongue as she sucked on mine in the kiss. My cock jammed into her womb deep, releasing my first load of cum deep into my mother’s cunt. “Harder son harder. Fuck me like I’m your wife, your whore, mere swami(my lord).”“As you wish,Indira, my mother, my wife!” I continued fucking my mom harder and faster, deeper and deeper.Her muscles were squeezing mycock. “I’m going to cum my son!”I moaned loudly, “Me too, mummmy! Feel my cum in your womb!”I shot my hot sperm into my own.