Tumi chate ekta chatayee, chador aar balish niye rekhe eso. Amit aaj rate khanik khon chate thakbe.” Tar por ami bollam, “jato sab pagoler karbar ...ar amake tar sath dite hobe.” Ami tar por abar nekamee kore maa ke jigesh korlam, “Ma. Amit to chate tara dekhar por daraza te tala lagate pare. Abara amake keno Amiter songe chate jete hobe?” Maa takhon jpr galaye bollo, “ami tomake jete bolechee, tumi jabe. Aar kono katha noye.” Komola bason tule chate ekta 3” mota coir mattress rekhe elo aar amake. ‘Wasn’t the orgasm enough?’ she thought, as she felt, her body betraying yet again her as she lay there, whimpering while this man thrust himself in and out of her.Alexis was again panting, and her twat was now conformed to John’s cock. Despite the betrayal and the pain, she began to feel a rush of heat, and again, she felt shame, She realized that she was not only panting & grunting to the pounding she was receiving, she found she was trying to talk. “Oh…(pound-pound) God…(pound-pound). "OK. Let's go down and talk."Kevin watched Mrs. Miller as she sat on the floor in front of their sleeping bags. Her legs were crossed, robe strategically placed to cover anything that should not be seen. He had not looked down there as she got down onto the floor, her robe parting a bit, being polite about it. You didn't look at your friend's mom as if she were a sexy woman, even if she was. It just wasn't done.Mrs. Miller had stayed quiet as the three told her all that had happened in the past. Two of the guys were friends. They were maybe 20 and good looking. They immediately began flirting with her. She quietly said that she liked the attention, they were both cute, but they were the same age as our soon.After a few drinks, she had lightened up and was getting much more flirty with them. The other guys were chatting with me. I was honest and told them I doubted she would do anything and the best they could hope for was to watch her with one of the guys. As the evening.