" Which nip girl? Well???" Nooooooooo Please!" Shut up while I replace your bit gag. Which nip girl?" Nnnggnngh."I place the tools and rings on a... table adjacent to the bondage chair soshe can see them. Her eyes widen in fear. I wash the needles and ringsin alcohol. I'll start with the right breast, it's close. Cup my handunder the breast, pinch the nipple, again, again. I want it standingout... a big target. NOW!"Nghhheowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! NHGunghhhh!" Did it hurt little. Yar kya figure hain unka….unko hontho ko dekhkar aisa lagta hai ki zindagi bhar sirf unhe hi pita rahun….hips to aise foole hue hain jaise unke sareer ki saari energy wahin jakar basti hai…unkee chooche itne pyare ki man karta hain kabhi wahan se nikle hai ni bas chooste rahe..sab milakaar 44 saal ke age me bhi unka figure kisi bhi desi indian aunty ko hara sakta hai…shadi ke 10 saal baad bhi unki koi aulad ni hai…ab main story pe aata hun jo meri real strory hai.to ye story tab ki hai jab main. Ab main sab kuchh kar lungi.Geeta – Tu boob dikhana. 80% boob dikhne chahiye. Boob to bade mast hai yaar tere. Beta chusega to maza bahut aayega.Mom – Hmmm. Ye baat bol bol kar bahut garam kar rahi hai mujhe. Bete se ab karna hi padega yaar. Kab tak pyasi rahun. Bete ne ek baar kar liya to bahut easy ho jayega mere liye.Geeta – Sab hoga. Abhi mast boy hai. Bahut masti se karega woh. Uska tool bhi mast hai.Mom – Tujhe kaise pata?Geeta – Maine chusa hai. Usne mere boob bhi dbaye par woh to sex. “Your dad had shot his load, even before entering me.” I caressed his limp cock. “That way you did much better. Don’t worry, your peepee is going to make mama very happy.”“Its not peepee.” He shouted and we both laughed together.The expressions on his face soothed. I let him lie on the floor and pushed his thighs apart. I bent my head near his thighs, his prick inches away from my mouth. My hand was still playing with his soft cock, gently pulling and squeezing it.I intently watched his flaccid.