Vo bola aapni izzat pyari hai to jo bola kr mai puri society me teri prem khata bta dunga.. Bua dar gyi or osne mujhe kaha ki tu samne baith mai cahat...a hu tu sab dekhe kya ho raha hai. Maine mana kr diya to osneFir dhamki di to mai baith fya sofe pe to osne bua ko kaha ki pent utar meri bua ne oski pent utari fir oska underwear utara oska lamba lund tha bua bohot nervous dikh rhi thi osne kaha ki ab mere jo lund me dard hai oski malish kr dard khatam hi jati chaiye to bula ne oska lund hilana. .Her long, bronze legs and her tiny red lace panties was SO inviting...she said..."Come up hear and slowly take my panties off"...But you have to KISS your way up my legs!" I was VERY happy to do this, since her legs were AMAZING (I may have mentioned this already). I started at her ankle and began kissing my way up. When I got to her panties, she said to SLOWLY pull them down, kissing every inch of her as I exposed it, again I did this eagerly! She stopped me when I had them about half way. .. well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading home ... it's not far.I wanted Jess. I wanted her. In my bed, in the tub, on the couch, up on the telescope platform. She was different than the cookie cutter "J's." I could be pleased and happy keeping her pregnant and happy. Pregnant? Oh-My-God ... I wanted kids. My kids, her kids, our children. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with the money to make life wonderful. A new beginning for. But without sound. His hips started to move as lips struggled to release sound to match their movement. ‘ohh….fuck…yes..baby…yes…suck my dick. I placed my hands on his ass pulling him toward me. ‘Oh you want to be fucked do you?’ he asked, I managed a moan of approval and Richard began to treat my mouth as if it was a deep wet pussy. He pound his dick in my mouth with such force. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed that captured his slender frame pumping forcefully. My cheeks were.