Chutaro ko maslte maslte meri nazar maa ke sikurte failte hue gaand ke chhed par pari. Mere man main aaya ki kyon na iska swad bhi chaka jaye dekhne s...e to maa ki gaand waise bhi kafi khoobsurat lag rahi thi jaise gulab ka fool ho. Maine apni laplapati hui jeebh ko uske gaand ki chhed par laga diya aur dhire dhire upar hi upar laplapate hue chatne laga. Gaand par meri jeebh ka sparsh pa kar maa puri tarah se hil uthi.“oh ye kya kar raha hai, oh bara accha lag raha hai reeeee, kaha se sikha ye,. Both women had medium breasts and were pleasingly plump but not fat.Dad had long ago divorced and split ,so it was just me and the two women left to raise me. It was always the same Mom or grandma would knock on the door while I was in the tub and tell me.turn around and face the wall Donny I need to pee.With that they would enter drop theyre pants and pantys and have a pee.Usually they would casually talk small talk. Although very old, it was still pliable. Under the leather was a layer of canvas or some other course fabric. So, I went through the unwrapping again. With the leather and cloth out of the way, I saw several books. Actually I saw six books that turned out to be journals of John Plesant, dating from the early to mid-1800’s. The journals were in remarkable shape, considering their age and how they were stored.I changed to a fresh, clean pair of exam gloves and opened the oldest book. The story. We were having sex weekly. She was all natural, a jet black bush. I loved that too.One night we were settling down for bed and I began putting on the moves. Playing with her hair, making out, gentle kisses, hand brushes over her. She responded well.She began to return the sentiments. Kissing me, touching me, playing with me through my boxer briefs. I slide her pajama pants down and begin fondling her through her pink lace panties. She inserts her hand, jacking me under the fabric. I slide them.
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