As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.We drank wa...ter from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long. Simran – aaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaaa aaaaa veer fuck me. Chod mujhe. Bahut din se nhi chudi hu main. Aaaaaaaa veer maza aa gaya tera lund le k.Me – teri chut to abhi bhi tight hai.Simran – koi aisa lund mila hi nhi tha ab tk ki meri chut fad skte.Me – ye lund teri chut or gand dono fadega.Simran – please gand mat marna. Bahut drd hoga wo fir kbhi. Aaj tu meri chut hi fad de.Me – chal thik hai.Pure kmre me sirf chudai ki aawaz gunj rhi thi. Thap thap thap thap thap aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaa. It seemed so off the wall that I doubted it would work. My heart then pounded as I put the plan into work. There was more noise and rattling of the door followed by mom pleading.“bloody hell Stu, . . . for God’s sake let me in!!!”.I then executed the plan, question was, would mom buy it?“Jesus Christ!!!” I said, making out I was upset. I then got out of the bath, the sound of water dripping off me echoing around the bathroom. Walking over to the door, I could hear mom’s groaning and hopping. After watching him Swati feel to adjust her panties from her sari as her pussy juice must have been oozed out. What a man he was a 6.7’ tall, with a grown up beard almost touching his chest, shaved moustache, broad chest and a weight to 90 Kg. like a body builder muscled man, with head hairs combed to extreme back, wearing a pathani dress with pajama and kurta and no baniyan & underwear inside. As after watching his sexy gift figure he had immediate erect as it was clearly visible thru his.