. Seeing as how you’re already familiar with my collection.”“Does Mom know?” I blurted out. I couldn’t imagine Mom condoning these publicati...ons, but then again, I viewed her as a “mother” and not as a sexual being.“Even though your Mom and I share almost everything, Charlie, this was something I decided to keep to myself. So, no, she doesn’t know about my literary endeavors,” he confided. “Even though she’s a “liberated woman” in many respects, I just wasn’t sure how keen she would be with all. Unka lund ab meri choot mein aur bhi andar tak ja rha tha… Mere uchalte mumme unhone pane haatho mein daboch liye the… Aur unhe dabba rhe the…. Hum don ko bhot mazaa aa rha tha…. Unhone mujhe ghodi bnne k liye kaha … Main apne hatho pe aa gyi woh mere piche se meri choot chod rhe the… Main 2 baar jhad chuki thi magar woh mard ki aulaad abhi bhi laga hua tha…. Ghacha ghach…. Ghacha ghach…Ab usne mujhe seedha litaya aur meri choot pe for se lund tika diya… Unke dhakke dobara shuru ho gye the….. ”“Come on, don’t be shy about it. It’s perfectly natural.”“Do you usually finish?”“I’m batting over .500, which I think’s pretty respectable. Next question.”“How many times have you done it?” He took out a cigarette, flipped it back and forth a few times as if confused, then finally lit it.“Dude, watch it.”“Sorry. Um, how old were you when you first did it?” He started to cough.“Eighteen.”“Did you like it?” he asked, still coughing.“Not particularly. But he did, so don’t worry.”“Do… you… have a. I take my place underneath you as you slip from your panties. I watch my husband place you over me the way he wants us. Your torso is smashed on top of my breast as you kiss me passionately. He strokes himself up as he watches us make out. He leans over and smacks your ass lightly before placing his nine inches at your puckering ass. I feel you lean more on me as he puts more of his thickness inside of you. I feel the movement of him pushing in and out of you as your hand finds my wet, oh so.