Or bed me ulte let jao.. mummy ne waia hi kiya peticot or blaouj me mummy bed pe ulti let gayi.. fir maine shishi me se balm nikal ke apne hatho pe la...ga ke dheere se mom ki kamar pe rakha….mera hath lagte hi mummy ke muh se aah nikal gayi….oh god… kitna chikna tha mummy ka badan..mai dheere dheere mummy ki kamar ki malish karne laga…mummy ko bhi bahot accha lag raha tha….uskeBaad dad aa gaye… or fir ham sab khana kha kar gumne nikal gaye… meri nazar mummy ki gaand se nahi hat rahi thi…. muje wo. She left her apartment wearing a pair of black stilettos and a red v-cut cocktail dress, looping her arm through the crook of mine as we walked down the sidewalk to my car. “I probably should've told you it's not a black-tie kinda place. Now I feel a little underdressed,” I said, looking down at my own choice of grey pantsuit.“What?” she raised a brow. “I thought you said this place was upscale.”“No,” I corrected her, “I said it was 'pretty good'. That's the thing about Italian restaurants. And management? They usually left projectionists alone, as they had their own shit show to deal with downstairs. I had a partner up in the projection booth with me, but she would control the other side, rarely having time to interact with me unless we ran into each during dead time between movie rounds or in the main auditorium projection booths. My manager had already left for the day, so the projection booth was mine for the viewing. I pulled my swelled cock out and started stroking, matching. Lara wanted so badly to touch her, to awaken her, to make love with her, yet Lara did not as she compromised by enjoying her visual exploration.Desiree's breathing was slow, deep, and regular, causing her chest to rise and fall slowly, a motion that Lara watched in concert with her pretty breasts exposed to the warm air of the room. Her belly moved with her breathing, stretching only slightly as she slept onward. Her bellybutton formed a pool of shadow as the light of the early sun refused to.