Mummy chilla kar bol rahithee……ahhhhhhhh…….uiiiiiiiiiii………..mar gai…………behenchodd dhire se dal……………me thode hi bhagi j...a rahi hu……………fach fach fach…………Udhar mamaji ne komal didi ko bola aa ja beti apni mama ke godi me baith jaa.Komal didi ne bola kitni besaram ho aap mamu.Phir wo mamaji ko condom pehna ke unke godi me baith ke unka lund jor jor se lene lagi……….woh chilla rahi theeeeeeee………..ahhhhh……..uiiiiiiiii……..mar gai………bhadwe mamaji ………..ahista chod……..reham kha………………mami mujhe bacha. He placed the seat lid down and spread his legs. Margo slowly unzipped her husband's pants and slipped them down to his ankles. She then looped her thumbs under the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled them as well. She took his droopy member, by no means spectacular in her hand and guided it slowly into her mouth. John began to quietly moan as Margo's expert tongue worked it's magic on his shaft. But unknown to both Margo and John they weren't alone. In the next stall over a man sat. Or maybe you wouldn't. Anyway, a couple of things I saw were called impossible, and I wanted to prove what I said." He looked into her eyes again. "And I was worried about them. The range is getting squeezed, and I was afraid they'd have to raid the ranch down in the valley for food. When I left, there were three pups. There's just the one now. Have you seen the other two?" He let the question hang in the air.She held his gaze as she wondered how to respond. She was feeling intrigued, a little. Benson said. “Look closer.”By now my head was practically under the dog and the only thing I could see was a bunch of hair and the dog’s penis, of which the pink tip was just beginning to peek out.“You want to know what kind of dog it is?” Mr. B asked.I nodded.“It’s a male dog.”“I know that.” I said. “I can see its dick, but what kind is it.” I insisted.“The only kind that matters, a male.”“Why is that the only kind that matters?” I asked.“Because,” Mr. Benson patiently explained. “You can’t.