I felt particularly pleased as I fondled Mom’s buns and stuffed her soaking wet twat on each stroke before accepting Tiffany’s offer of Karen’s ...cunt. I thrust deeper into the ginger’s snatch for several more strokes before pulling out of her and going back inside Tiffany. I kept up this rotation, between Tiffany, Mom, and Karen, a few strokes each, my hands caressing their bottoms as I ravished them. Somehow, the thrill of swapping back and forth between three women, one of them my own mother,. Phir maa bedroom me chale gae aur mai hall me he so gaya jaisa meri aankh lage tabhi door bell baji maina darwaza khola toh dekha saree bechna wala aaya tha maina usko bola ruko maa ko bulata hu jaisa he mai bedroom k pass pahucha halka door ko dhaka diya toh dekha door lock tha lekin tabhi humara door halka loose tha q ki woh haath se lagane wala lock tha mujhe laga maa so gae hai toh maina halka se gap me se jhaka toh mai ek dum shok hogaya maa soae hai aur maxi me haath daal k kuch kr rhe. He took one look at me, noting my nylons, which weretorn at the knees, and my hair that was tangled by dried shots of cum andmy chin which was caked with white flakes. I averted my gaze as I beganto collect myself and gather my handbag but he obviously had other ideas."Not so fast, honey," he said in an east end accent to me. "I reckon I'llhave some of that before you go."Considering he was a foot taller than me and twice as wide, it was futileto resist. So I just went to my knees, unzipped his. Please. Please don't make me."The old man sighed heavily. "Robert, you know how I dislike using crudeterms. I implore you, do as you're told and spare me the indignities." I- I won't," Robert said. Robert's chest heaved as hehyperventilated. His hands were clenched at his sides, long nailsdigging painfully into his hands."Very well," the old man said, sighing again. "Robert, may I remindyou, perhaps of your certain addiction to something? No? I see,surprisingly hard-headed. Robert, if.