Unki dhori bahut gahri hai wo dhori ke niche sadi badhti haiWoh jab kapde sukhane jati hai to apni saree ko choota kar ke apne pet par atka deti hai j...sse ki unke chunchi blouse ke ander bade bade saaf dikhai dete hai. Woh jab bhi naha kar aati hai to balcony mein apne baal sukhati hai unke gile badan mein se unki choochi bahut hi mast lagti hai. Mein jab ghar mai rahta hooon to mere nazar unke chunchi par hi hoti hai. Lekin woh itna dhyan nahin deti ki mein unke chunchi dekh raha hooon. Sasu. He reached the van, mounted the steps, threw open the door. Sam froze.His father sat on the convertible couch with his eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face. His mother knelt in front of him, his cock in her hand. Her head bobbed up and down on his dick. Sam stood entranced. He knew his parents still had sex. But to see them! To see his mother wantonly sucking his father’s cock was startling ... and arousing! His dick, still semi-hard from them having sex in his dorm room,. He’d never been to this part of the park and didn’t even realize there was this many trees here.It took him a moment to realize that she had let go of his hand and now stood in front of him staring right into his face with the same awe and shock that she had worn the entire time. He didn’t know how to react, her eyes almost seemed pleading. He was about to open his mouth to say something when she ran up to him and nearly tackling him into a tree. But, he ignored the sudden spike of pain in his. His face was impassive, as he continued to stare back at me. Ms Shaw, sat on a chair in the corner behind him was equally as focused on me. That c***dren’s phrase – want to take a picture? – sprang to mind as I continued to smile like I was demented, desperate for a little sign of something from one of them to put me at my ease. After what seemed a life time Mr James asked me various mundane interview questions while Ms Shaw made notes. However, as rehearsed as I was, there was something about.