Moving closer, I could smell his maleness and it was quite intoxicating. I started off by licking the bulbous head, swirling my tongue all around it b...efore even trying to get him in my mouth. Sucking cock was something I loved doing and I knew the guys I'd sucked in the past liked what I was doing. Slowly but surely I worked my lips around him and began doing what I knew men loved which was taking all of their cock, no matter that I was always spared the last couple of inched because of the. "Unfortunately, quite a few," I sighed. We talked, talked a lot. About her childhood and how she lived; about my childhood and growing up in what she would probably consider poverty. We talked about the war and why I joined up and what I did. I tried to be honest even though there was a lot of that I really wanted to forget. I let it all out there: the good, the bad and the really ugly. I think it was good for both of us. We talked for what seemed like just a short time but before I realized it. So us din se maami ko chodneki chahat dil me thi jab b jaata unke yahan mauka miltey he unke bra ko smell karta kabhi kabhi anjaane se unke boobs ko touch b kardeta lkn wo notice ni kar pati thi. .Ab kahani me maza ayega dosthoun kyunki chudwai simran ki abhi baakhi hai mere dosth…. Suddenly maama ki death hogayi accident huwa tha. .So chaltey hai story pe after his death mere grand parents came back to my city puraani haveli thi wahi pe rehne lagey aur my b kabhi kabhi jaata tha milne almost. She laughed and shook her head.I first taught her some basics of car driving. The clutch, the accelerator, the break, gear and other stuff. I was surprised how quickly she learned. After some rounds, she was able to drive easily. Now I couldn’t control myself. I was too horny. So something wicked came to my mind. I unzipped my pants, took my penis in hand and started stroking it. My mami noticed it and looked from the corner of her eye. She asked, “What are you doing?”. I said, “I think you.