Mene hangout pe hi ka msg kia. Turant unka hello se reply aaya. Fir me ne pucha who are you. Kha se ho aap . Kya karte ho aap. Unhone bataya itne kyu ...etab hote ho me batati hu. Tab mere man me laddu futa. Batati hu means koi na koi women hi he. Fir unhone bataya ki name jan ke kya karoge. Me aapke liye cute hi thik hu. Mene bola sahi he chalo jesa aap kaho.Fir unhone mujse pucha aap karte kya ho. Mere hath se turant type ho gya aap jese women logi ki seva hi mera kartvy he. Vo has padi. Fir. If you won’t fuck me them either suck me off or jerk me off but let me shoot my load now!”I squatted on his chest and let my sopping pussy smear him with my juices and then I slapped him lightly across his face. “You must learn to show your mother respect young man. I am in charge here and you are my child and you will do what I tell you and nothing more. Do you understand me?” he didn’t answer right away so I slapped him again and asked “I said, do you understand me!”He smiled a little and. So he lifted me by my arms and made me turn around, facing the wall.I bent over my waist automatically, as Richie’s hands began to pull down my tight jeans to my knees. He whispered when he discovered I was not wearing any panties and my pussy lips were glistening in anticipation. I was shivering now in weak legs…Richie pushed his foot against mine to spread my legs as far wide as those tight jeans would let them. He then stepped in between my thighs, using one hand to press the small of my. He had married rather late in life and by the time of their birth, their much younger mother was only twenty-five years old. Their dad was named William Peter Lock, a family tradition that went back generations. After the twins came into this world, this presented their father with somewhat of a conundrum. He figured that if he gave the older twin the conventional family names, the second twin would always feel somewhat left out. Cleverly, albeit strangely, he decided on the following solution:.