Tarpor aste aste or bra ta khule ditei, bishal boro mai duto beriye elo. Waida ke bichana te suiye diye or opor jhapiye porlam, or mai gulo amar hate ...nilam. Uufff ki bishal bishal mai re baba, ar ki forsha, bota gulo-o besh pustolo. Prothome doodh duto ke moida makha-r moto dolte laglam, tarpor mukh diye chosa suru korlam. Chuste chuste or mai er bota gulo ke gorom ar sokto kore phellam.Dekhlam aste aste waida-r body temperature barche, bujhlam je light dose er medicine-e or mon obocheton. Sunset was approaching and the appointment with Mr. Tremaine was imminent. Nicole and I showered together but restrained our urges for more in-depth exploration. While she dressed and applied her make-up I set out cheese and wine. Mr. Tremaine arrived right on time saying he purposely left his wife at home after my warning of the erotic nature of the sculpture. I reassured him of his right of refusal if he found it to be offensive. Nicole asked Mr. Tremaine to have a seat beside her as she. ” He stood up in front of her, slowly passing his hands gently and lovingly over her hair, face and neck. She unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants to the floor, then pulled his shorts down from over his giant prick and dropped them on the floor as well. “Oh Mom, I wish we could fuck right now.” She smiled and said, “Oh , Ian, the more we play with each other, the more delicious it is. Why don’t you unbutton my blouse and play with my titties through my brassiere. He started to do just that,. " she said as she walked into me and rested her head against my chest. "Damn right there's more" I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her big tits press against me.She looked up at me and I immediately leaned forwards and kissed her passionately. We explored each others bodies with our hands as we kissed, her soft warm palms caressed my chest and moved around to feel the muscles on my back as my hands wandered from her lower back to her big fat juicy arse."I need to play with.