Poor son maa understood son’s confusion and she brought her hand between them tried to pull is short down. Then with a big sound, his cell rang.He s...topped her work and looked at the cell. “Oh! Someone is calling. get up.” she tried to pull son aside. “Abbaaa. maa. let it be. see afterward” and he started pressing his head to her boobs. His force on her aching boobs gave her a thrill.The cell stopped ringing. She was running her fingers in her son’s hair fondly pulled it down and gave her nipple. Meine kafi dino se lund ka maal nhi khayaItna kah kar mei uth kar khadi hui aur jameen par baith gayi usne apna lund mere muh mei pale diya aur do teen jhatko mei hi uske lund ni pichkari chala di mera muh uske lund ke raas se bhar gaya. Meine uska maal aakhiri boond tak khaya meri choot to thodi thandi ho gayi thi par aabhi mein aur masti karne ke mood mei thi hum dono sofe par baithe the. Mein uska lund pakar kar hila rahi thi lund dhire dhire fir se haarkat mei aane lga tha. mein sofe se uth. I cannot tell you how many times I've been referred to as "the wild one" by family members, and it hasn't always felt endearing. Despite this, I have grown a Fuck IT mentality, where other peoples opinions mean very little. Sometimes its hard, I worry about being judged as much as the next girl, but overall - I have chosen to live my life in my own lane. I met my fiance in middle school. Adorable I know. We had the same group of friends and always seemed to find each other at the same parties.. You remembered my name. Your smile puts me at ease as I reach for your outstretched hand. Do I shake it, or do I kiss the back gently. I take it and you tilt the back of it towards me. I lift it up and kiss the back, as I do I can smell your scent, sweet and floral, but not overpowering.We order drinks and look at the menu. I can't help but keep glancing at you. Every now and then we make eye contact, you facing lighting up the dark room."Did you enjoy yesterday at the beach?" You ask , your.