Before before i get into this long story i would like to describe my mom.my mother’s name is sneha. She is 39 years old and got married at a very yo...ung age of 18.she is 5’4 and weigh 56 kgs.she has a relatively small but cute pair of boobs.i can never call her to be a bomb shell because she never cared to dress attractively.further she is a bit dark.however i always had a strong fascination for dark women.my mom was always careless with her dress and this always gave me a chance to have a. Mama ji ne kaha theak hai aur who nahane chale gaye, phir hamne tea pi aur mama ji bole chalo jaldi jaldi tayar ho jao ,mom kobhi kaha ki aap bhi hamare sath chalo lakin mom ne kaha ki aap log ja aaomein dinner tayaar karti hoon udhar prem bhi computer classes chala gaya ,toh mein aur mama ji mkt chale gaye wahan jakar kuch shoppin mama ji ne momke liye ki kuch prem ke liye ki ,phir mere se kaha kit um batao tumhe kyalena hai mene kaha muje jeans leni hai toh unhone kaha teak hai chalo lelete. Her 33 year old married lust filling white mind began to wonder if the tales she had heard about the size and staying power of nigger males was true. She knew she was getting into dangerous territory just thinking such things but the effects of the d**g on her body was so strong that she began day dreaming about what they might look like, wondering if it was according to what she had heard.The niggers had on their thin gray cotton gym shorts without a jockey strap and were tight enough to show. I can only assume it’s the kitchen where I hope there is plenty of alcohol. As we push through the door, I’m very pleased to see an industrial kitchen, a kitchen made for a chef and instead of a large kitchen isle like I expected, the entire middle of the kitchen is filled with not one, not two, but 14 kegs and 6 black giant trash cans. As I inch towards the trash cans, I see that yes, they are filled with trash can punch. A mixture of lord knows what with punch. As I bend over to inspect it, I.