Uski gori peeth kya lag rahi thi. maine uska hook khola ar uski kamar par dheere dheer hath firane lage to nisha boli- aaaaah uffffff mat karo neev ba...an me bijli si daudti hai. Uske sharir se garmi nikal rahi thi. Doodh ke glass k bagal me ek dabbe me barf thi maine wo brf li aur uske peeth par firai uski gori peeth se halka halka paani tapak raha tha. Phir maine usse seedha hone ko kaha ar uski bra hata kar uski chuchiyon ko chuma ar unka doodh peeya . ek chumta to dusre ko hath se masalta.. . seeing ... ladies ... spread ... our legs ... and take it good and deep!” Mom groaned and panted ... as I continued hammering her slippery snatch and going deeper with each stroke.Finally, of course, it happened. I bottomed out inside Mom’s cavernous cunt and she squeezed as tightly as she could, unmistakably enjoying on some kinky, primal level that I went even deeper than Dad ever did (she didn’t tell me this until later in a moment of confidence). I found myself wanting Mom to really cream. We spent couple of hours talking and discussing about the life, philosophies and cultures. I totally forgot I was totally naked under the sun around so many people. “Shall we go for a dip?” Alicia said“Sure” I repliedThen we went to the shore leaving all our clothes and belongings behind. Water was very cold as we entered and then we got used to it. We threw water on each other and played there for a while. There was a big wave which pushed us away then I caught her and hugged her tightly. Our. “Make me nice and tight,” Ms. Petrov groaned. “Yes, press that into my clit. I want to cum before you do.”“Of course, Ms. Petrov,” my mom said, so submissive and subservient to her boss.I fisted my girl-dick faster and faster. I pictured Mom bent over a desk, her plump rump quivering, begging to be fucked. Ms. Petrov advanced, her dildo—a bright pink in my mind—thrusting from her black bush. She would press it into Mom's blonde muff and thrust it into her pussy, fucking her hard.“Ms. Petrov!”.