But the difference between my mom and her was not only the rich and famous and the skin color. But my mom was enormous up top if you know what I mean....As a guy, I too would often glace at my mother’s chest and watch them rise and fall, as she was breathing or bounce and jiggle when she walks. For a 39-year-old lady, my mother tits were still sitting high on her chest and from the looks of it, she didn’t have a hint of sag. I knew she couldn’t have gotten implants because we were never that. Beech beech mai mera lauda ragadtey hue unke rasile hoonth se choo jata tha aur ekdam current se lag jata tha poore sharir mai.Thori derr baad maine apna lauda unke hoonth par rakh diya aur unke sir ke neechey ek takiya rakh diya jisse unka sir uppar ki aur uth jaaye aur phir apne laude ka topa unke hoontho ke beech jabardasti ghusa diya.Suman bhabhi ka muh band tha bas halka sa supada unke hoontho ke beech tha..maine unke gaal pakad kar muh khola aur suman bhabhi ke rasile hoontho ke beech. I slide your hand further up my thigh, under my shorts, to the very wet patch that has formed there. I watch as you bite your lip and whisper my name. I say your name, my voice thick with lust and desire. I run my hand down your chest to the bulge that has formed between your legs. I want you, and I want you now.Some thing about the clean air and freedom of nature is making this so soulful. I find your belt and slowly undo it, then begin to fumble with your jean button and zipper. My hand. I leaned in and kissed Ms Ambani. This time the kiss was gentle, soft, and kind of an exploration. Then, I climbed between Maddie’s legs and took a moment to just admire that beautiful pussy of hers. It was soft and pink and very wet. It was begging to be fucked, hard. I leaned down and slid my tongue between her wet pussy lips, savouring the taste of her in my mouth. I started moving upward to her hard clit, and I felt Ms. Ambani move behind me. She grabbed my ass and ran her hand between my.