I knew actors, supermodels and top businessmen. And last but not least, I had the privilege of being a pretty-faced, blonde-haired white woman in the ...United States of America. Then the Recession happened, and I lost everything. My husband Paul Anderson the third committed suicide. We lost our money, our house and our friends. He simply couldn’t take it anymore. I found myself literally living on the street. Life on the street nearly broke me. I simply couldn’t fathom anything of the sort ever. The warmth she had felt was replaced by heat… and his blows reverberated down to her wet and open sex causing her to be on the brink of release. At each pause in his spanking, she continued to hunch herself on his erect cock trying despite the impossible angle, to lodge it up inside her. Failing this she worked even harder at rubbing herself up and down his shaft. She loved that when he paused he laid his hand gently on her rump, or ran his hands down her legs and then back up the insides of. I had always thought of myself as a light sleeper, but apparently that conception was wrong. I had to have been a very heavy sleeper to get stripped of my clothes and put in this position without waking up. However at first it didn’t really bother me, though as the sound of the clock ticking started to ring in my ears I began to get more and more nervous. Was I alone? Had he left me like this without even an explanation? Right then was when I heard the jingling of his keys. I looked up quickly. .isssshhaaa …..hhhhaaaa….. mummmmmyyyyy…. Haaaaa…. Mera kambar upar neeche hone laga…. Mummy dono hath ko use kar rahi ti…. Ekdam pyar se….. aur muje poochne lagi ..sonu acha lag raha hai…. Mene deka mummy ka bi sanse fulrahi ti… mummy ke aanke ekdam sexy lagrahi ti…. Mene kaha ha mummy bohat acha lagraha hai… bohat acha lag raha hai mummy….. fir mummy boli sonu tum must sex kar sakte ho, koibi aurat tumse sex karke bohat kush ho jayegi , aurato ko aisa hi must lund chahiye hota hai… mera kayal.