I’ve wanted to start this blog for a while ,but have really no idea why I waited. It took me a while to be truly convinced that I should start it. W...anting is one thing but actually believing, I should because someone would want to read it is another. In the battle between my heart and mind, my heart won eventually and here I am!I am sharing my experience whilst the stories and characters are real, the names are fictitious, on the hopes that you will get something out of it. I’m not the one who. ”45 minute ki chudayi ke baad papa mummy ki chut mein jhad gaye aur let gaye. Aur main bhi 4 baar jhad chuki thi aur puri tarah thak gayi thi. Main bathroom mein gayi aur apne apko saaf ki. Tabhi maine dekha ki mummy bhi bathroom ki taraf aa rahi thi.Woh bahar sirf peticoat pahan kar aayi aur khadi thi. Main jaise hi bathroom ka darwaja open ki toh mummy mujhe dekhar kar sharma gayi. Kyuki woh sirf peticoat mein thi aur puri nangi thi. Mummy ne mujhe pucha, “Pinky tum kab aayi?”Tab mujhe dhyaan. She said that she had become the best waitress all the guys were waiting to stroke her thighs trying to play in her pants. I slide down to feast at her Y while she talked. She said that she has had as many as five big studs playing with her legs as they stroked off their hugh cocks begging for some of her pussy. That several nights she had to go into the restroom and clean all the cum off her legs. By this time I was buried in her pussy slow fucking her imagining these guys. She said that one. She tasted so good, but I had to stop. We still had a lot to talk about. I think my head had gotten one too many hits by that time, as actual sense was starting to trickle in. I pulled back and looked at her heaving chest that was just too close for comfort, or more like, precisely close enough. ‘What about our other conversation that we didn’t get a chance to complete?’ I asked breathlessly. She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue and answered, ‘I’m all talked out. Better leave.