Manju ne fir uska lund chusa or ghodi vali position mein aa gayye. manju usse boli aaj hum kitne din baad iss position pe aaye hai kab se wait kar rah... they iss pal ka .fir ek dum usne ek side dekhe boli tu vaha kyu sharma raha hai idhar aa to side mein se ek or ladka nikla mein chock gaya us room mein do ladke they. manju ne dusre vale ladke I pant and panty utar di or uska dick hath mein le liya or boli its so hot ,so long so thick , I love this type of dick or boli tu to aaj gaya.us ladke ka. " I said smiling. "I also remember how wet your pussy was when we got home from getting it." You liked picking it out with me, you thought it was kinda kinky," I said, still smiling."I'm glad you remember," she said grinning impishly, "I use it every time you leave." I'd like you to watch me to use right now" she continued. "Just remember, a promise is a promise."I was slightly disappointed since I sorta thought she'd wanted me to use it on her, but watching her pleasure herself might be hot. We always had a fantastic relationship and loved each other as much as any other family. She's about 5 foot 5, has long blonde hair and a somewhat chubby figure with large natural breasts. It was the beginning of summer and the heat waves would begin to change the mood around the house. I'd walk around the house with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and some looney toons boxers, my mother would lay outside in the back to get a tan. I walked up to her often, asking random questions or striking. She could look down onto the scattered fragments of her life and just make out the barest semblance of what had been… Even so, she knew the remnants of that life were still alive – she could feel their echoes in this new dream that had consumed her… This vast oceanic uncertainty that hazily resembled some sort of life… And yet… ‘…it’s not as if I ever really tried to forget…’ And then the stars would speak to her: ‘…but it is gone – for now,’ the music would say. ‘That world, that life, it.