I groaned and trembled. Fear rippled yellow through the stifling darkness that gripped me. I was failing. My charge. Kora was dying. I was dying. How ...could I inspire her to create amazing art if she died?I darted from the heat. I stumbled through it, searching for something. I didn’t know what. Why? I didn’t recognize my surroundings. Everything blurred around me. I grasped a wall, something smooth beneath my touch.Something familiar.“Mother?” I asked, stumbling down a hallway. My entire body. I worked my tongue down over her pink, twitching asshole a few times before i put a finger in her tight, smooth ass. I pumped her ass gently with my finger while my mouth moved back to her sweet cunt. Angie told me to keep going, because it was bringing her to the verge of cumming. I sucked her clit in my mouth, while rapidly flicking my tongue up and down her clit. I intermittently took long slurps of her entire pussy while doing this, all while consistently priming her asshole with my. Then she wiggles her bottom, proudly showing me the flared end of the plug between her cheeks. “How does it look, honey?” she asks.“I think it’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I reply. “It looks incredible.”“It feels amazing too.” She rolls onto her back again and turns her head to face me. "Come over here with that thing," she commands. "I need you to fuck me with it until I fucking scream." She's taking charge now, a firm edge in her voice, a conviction in the inevitability of her. Kai baar fufaji ghar se bahar chale jate they or 2-3 din mein he aate they to bua mujhe hamesh apne pass sone ko he bolte they.Ek din mein unke pass soya to raat ko pata nahi kya sapne mein mujhe sex karne ka sapna aa raha thaa. mujhe nahi pata kab lakin meine raat ko ek tang apni bua ke opper rakh di thee or dheere dheere unse chipakne lagaThaa ek sum se unhone mujhe jhatak diya to meien uth gaya bua ne usi waqt bohot danta mujhe agle din bua ne mere mummy papa ko bola ki ye ut patang karta.