Fir maine apne sare kapre utar diye.Mera 7inch lamba aur 2.5inc mota land dekhr wo dar gai aur kahne lagi ki uski chut me nahi jayega mainne fir se us...e kis kana suru kiya. aur uske chut par apna land ragdne gaga. kabreeb 15 minut bad mai utha aur kichen se sarso ke tel ki sisi utha laya. maine dher sara tel uski chut me lagaya andar lagane ki koi jarurat hi nahi thi kyoki uski chut pahle se kafi gili ho cuki thi. dher sara tel maine apne laND PAR bhi laGA LIYA. mai uski tango ko apne jangho ke. I don't even own a yellow skirt. Whatever, I guess I'll go get ready.Here." She reached into her closet and grabbed a modest blue dress. Shehanded it to me. "Put this on. I'll be back in a second."She walked out. I hesitated. Well, I wanted to hesitate. I tried to givemyself a moment to prepare myself for what I was about to do, but I foundmyself removing the skirt and the grey T-shirt that I was wearing. It was anautomatic motion. I'm not sure I could have stopped if I wanted to. I. I took my attention back to between her legs and saw that she had thrust three fingers into herself. Almost immediately, she was sawing her clenched fingers backwards and forwards into her pussy. She leaned heavily on my shoulder with her left hand as her head fell forwards onto my chest. I would have preferred to have still been able to watch her finger-fuck herself but I still got an indescribable thrill from holding her up (Im sure she would have collapsed otherwise) and feeling her body. It was Mom’s turn to be, um, maneuvered into catering my whims. A week after I got the car (something Mom still didn’t entirely approve of, and she was still kinda pissed at Dad for going around her), I decided to try to curtail her nagging about my room. I mean, it was supposed to be my own private space, right? I didn’t see why she should be always raising a stink about my bed not being made, a cluttered desk or a few clothes dropped on the floor. If she didn’t like it, all she had to do was.