Se uthe daralo. ami bollam, ‘ebar dorjar dike hete jao diye abar fire eso’. Maa tai korlo. Ami khusite chitkar kore uthlam. Iche korchilo maa magi...ke okhanei fele chudi. Kintu ami onno kichu vebe rekhechilam.Dokan theke beriye maa ke bike e kore ekta boro shopping plaza dhuklam jama kapor kenabar jonne. Maa k niye prothome sareer dokane dhuklam. Maa ke bollam, ‘tumi sobthke transparent sada ronger saree keno’. Maa beche beche ekta sada ronger transparentsaree nilo. Ebar blouse er dokane giye maa. Her hips shook around my head and I felt her orgasm pass.‘I think I owe you after that’ she moaned.I climbed up onto the bed and she knelt above my boxers, pulled them off and grabbed my cock immediately.‘God Max it’s so good, I am going to have so much fun on this’ she said before putting it in her mouth and while she started slowly, with both hands massaging my dick within in a few minutes, she was bobbing her head up and down slowly getting deeper with each suck.I put my hands on her head. Master Thomas lived in a very respectable neighborhood, and his home was a large two-story Victorian-style house built, as I understood, in the early 1900’s. It sat on a large, well-manicured lawn which featured a circular driveway, which came up to the front of the house and passed between the house and a large fountain out front. The house had a full wrap-around covered porch on three sides, and a separate three car garage. A very nice place, from the outside! After Master had stopped in. 5 saal ka baccha bhi tha woh baar baar mujhey dekh kar hans raha tha jise dekh main bhi hansne laga.Thodi der baad mujhey pata laga ki woh ek nai teacher hain. Karyakram khatm honey ke baad mausam bigad gaya aur light bhi chali gai. Main apni bike start karke ghar jane hi wala tha ki sir bole are GAURAV ja rahe ho madam ko ghar tak chod aao.Yaro ye woh hi madam thi jinko main hall me mila tha. Maine kaha kyon nahin sir .toh maine dekha ki madam ki aankho me ek ajev si masti thi. Madam bike par.