.Maine dhire se uske blouse ki hookk khole and blouse bhi utar di..N sath me hi bra bhi utar k fenk di..Ab wo bas saye me thi and kya lag rhi thi..Usk...e boobs jaise mjhe ishara kar rhe ho k mujhe dabao and chuso…Ab maine uske saye ka nada dhila kiya and wo niche sarak gya..Usne use pairo se alag kar diya..Ab wo sirf red color ki panty me thi..Uska gora bada mere samne nanga tha..N mai ab uske sath sb kuchh karne wala tha..Wo ekdam sexy lag rhi thi…Maine apni sirt utari and usko god me.Utha kar. When we finally stopped, she said, “Lynn must have been a really good kisser.”We called first, and we were welcomed home to roast and mashed potatoes, another of Mom’s great dinners.Our mother has a knack for cooking meals. Starting in first grade, she had me take a homemade lunch to school every day. It was great, sometimes leftovers from dinner but just as often it was made ‘just for me.’ This kept up until I was a junior in high school. Those guys were real douches, and would steal my lunch. I called my dad and informed him that I had lowered my personal best bysix seconds. Dad wasn't really that into athletics and didn't reallyunderstand the significance of such an improvement. "That's greatJohn... When will you be back?" was the answer I got when I told himthat I'd also advanced to the State Semifinals. I loved my father inmost ways but his attitude towards my sporting career was not one Iliked. He had rarely been the one to drive me anywhere as a child andusually that meant that. It had been minutes later when my wife began to cry out. She was on theverge of a very powerful orgasm. Her face was down against Michael’sshoulders as she rammed her lovely pussy up and down on the shaft of hishard cock. Then in a matter of seconds she screamed out loudly as shebegan to orgasm hard all over Michael’s cock. I watched as her assquiver as she lay on top of him with his cock still buried inside herfor the next few minutes.She then rolled off the top of him and pulled Michael on.