Mulayam aur mote boob k beech garam lund rakh kar bahut maza aa raha tha.Nisha-aaaaahhh… Yaaar… Ohhhhh mast hai yaar… Pahli baar kar rahi hun…...aahhh mujhe bahut maza aa raha hai raj… Lund bhi bahut mota hai yaar…..Aaaaeeeeeeeyyyooo maaa…Aaah aaahhh ohhh bahut maza aa raha hai…Oohhh raj… Aaj to jee bhar ko chod mujhe… Koi nahin hai rokne wala… Chod mujhe… Aaahhh…Chodo yaar…Teri randi hun yaaar…Jaise jee kare waise chod…Aaaahhh…. Aaahhh…Aaaj to khoob marna chut.. Aaaahhh… Yaar boob ko itna maza. The up side of all this is that she was available to mind the k**s when they were younger, and good for sleepovers which they do once a month. The bad news is that she thinks our house is an extension of hers. And our lives, for that matter.“Lincoln seems a great idea, it’s ages since we went. Not sure Andy has that in mind, he’s a bit hung-over I think. Listen, how about I call you about noon and let you know?”“That would be great. Maybe we girls can go to a movie, I know there’s a football. Three seconds clenched, then three seconds relaxed...over and over again until I feel pains in muscles I didn't even know I had in my ass. But I took deep breaths and kept my eyes on the prize...or prick as the case may be. After all, if my pussy was tighter, Dirk's cock would feel that much bigger..."Alright, that's long enough for now. But I want you to repeat those exercises three times a day." I nodded meekly and shifted nervously from one leg to the other. Every since he said I might get. Instead of a buckle the belt was closed with a short lever type arm with a slot that fitted over a small loop; through the loop was a heart shaped gold padlock.The taut leather continued over her breasts to a high collar that ended just under her chin. Her head was encased in a tightly laced white leather discipline helmet that left just her eyes visible and they were heavily made up with golden eye shadow and glitter. On the top of her head was a gold tiara with a big double T logo resting.