En udambu oliyaaga irukum aanal soothu perithaaga irukum. Arjun kandipaaga en soothai paarthu ooka aasai paduvaan endru ninaithen.Pothuvaaga aangaluku... pengal soothu endraal migavum pidikum nala shapepaaga irunthaal innum avargaluku athigam pidikum.En soothu miga azhagaga vatamaaga irukum kandipaaga arjun en sexiyaaga soothai paarthu rasipaan. Avanai naan urasa aarambithen, thirumanam aagamal irukum aangalai urasinaal udane avargal moodu aagi viduvaargal.Naan arjun meethu aasaiyaaga irukiren. I watch as his cock springs free from constraint. He kicks away the jeans and underwear as I simply revel in the sight of his half-hard cock. This thing that's held such fascination during all those fantasies. I'm giddy with desire as my hand reaches to hold his cock, watching intently as the slightly pinkish head slowly protrudes from the dark foreskin. Gripping him with more firmness, I feel the pulse and throb of it stiffening, the large knob flaring and exposed as I push toward his belly.. "Any place you want to wash."He grinned and began to soap her shapely tits, playing more than washing. When he scrubbed at her back, she squealed when he shoved his hand under the water and tried to slip a finger into the crack of her ass. But she was sitting on it and he failed. She lay back in the tub, her cunt hair wet. She lifted a long, slender thigh and felt warm as he washed it.While her son scrubbed at her body, she told him of her dreams, of all the details. She saw his face as he. Absentmindedly, I reached up to my own excited boobs and began to rub my OWN nipples . . . actually loving the texture of the fabric of my new leotard, and soon making my own buds hard as erasers. Because Ami and Daddy were facing each other . . . with me looking at them in the middle . . . something else was becoming very noticeable . . . and that was DADDY'S COCK! With not much support from the thin shiny fabric, his shaft was now poking out towards my cousin. Mischievously I thought . . . it.