Tou wo hasne lagi. Maine apne zubaan uski chut ke lips per chaat ne laga wo maze se aankh band kare sisak rahi thi…….. Uffffffffff ssaaaaammmeeeer...rr chaato bahot mazaa aaraha ufffffffffff ahhhhhhhh ahhhhh ohhhhhhh kah kar mera muh uski chut ke andar dabaa rahi thi…..Phir maine uski chut ready kar diya . Fir maine usko sidha lataya aur uske upar aa gaya maine apne lund par sarson ka tail lagaya aur uske chut me v tel laga diya…. Uske pair apne kandho per rakha ,,Fir uske chut per apna lund. Looking up, into the kitchen sat a total stranger – a nice looking, younger brunette.“What’s going on?” I asked“Lara, meet Buck, the guy we’ve been telling you about. This is our live-in lover and all around stud. Buck, say hi to Lara.” Say hi? I was trying to draw a decent breath. The last thing I EVER fantasized about were these two bringing home some strange stuff. I don’t know, it was probably all of 10 seconds, but the delay seemed like minutes before I could blurt out a ‘Hi’ that didn’t. Julia drove the car and after about twenty odd miles we arrived outside a detached house not so dissimilar to our own. Julia locked the car and she ushered me to the front door making me stand in front of her as she rang the bell. Within a few seconds the door was answered by a very stunning blonde woman, a few years younger than us I would of guessed. She ushered us both inside and after taking our coats introduced herself as Sally. She then explained that Matt, her hubby, would be down to. That hot itch tingled through me. I reached Faizel’s door, his room dark. I bet he needed satisfaction. And Leyla wasn’t available right now. She was too busy with her father. And the sounds they made... My eldest son would be so hard. At seventeen, he would be so virile. So in need of a woman to relieve his pressure. He shouldn’t have to use his hand. And he wasn’t out with those American whores he usually dated from school.This didn’t make me a slut. Just a good mother.I shrugged out of my.