I was feeling very tired,perhaps due to the combined effect of the long journey and then the rigorous love session with my Mom.I then closed my eyes a...d rested my head at my Mom’s side,my hard cock still buried deep inside my Mom’s hot pussy hole.I didn't rememberred when I fell asleep and was only able to recalled that my Mom was trying to moved my body away from her and a mild ‘plop’ sound as my flaccid hard cock moved out of my Mom’s hot pussy hole...Next day,when I woke up it was already. You can call me Paul, no one else does, but that's as much as you'll get from me when it comes to personal details. Until recently I'd lived with my new-found daughter Ruth in a small village near the Medway towns in Kent. Ruth had turned up at my door almost a year ago having been kicked out of the guy she'd thought was her dad's place in Newcastle and had from a few clues left by her Mum found me. She found her way into my heart and into my bed as a lover shortly after that and we'd been. Then she removed my t-shirt and shorts and kissing and licking all over my body.After few minutes he cupped her boobs from behind and while pressing them he undid her blouse with his teeth and licked all of her back and left some bite marks on her neck.Then he removed her blouse and petticoat and she was in her black panties. he made her stand in front of me for a few moments and just looked at her. With her huge milk tankers and bulging tummy, those thunder thighs and shaved legs and from. I asked Velu to ask me about the doubts he had, but he confessed that his plan was only to meet me alone. I had a sense of delight and expectations. He pulled out a book from his bag and asked me to go through before he could decide what to do. I opened the book and going through page after page, I found myself staring at him, absolutely thrilled and excited. It was named “Khajuraho” full of the sculptures in sexy and erotic postures; I had imagined the least of “Bala.Now I want you to practice.