Aarthat mala vegli va aaila vegli. pahile don divas aai tithe punjabi dress ghalunach hoti. mala tyanchi kaamwali jara puranvadi aani vedsar vatli. ti... tashi mhatari hoti. ti nehmi aai va mala jara raganech pahat aase. pan sultana nehmi hasat khelat asayachi. tichi kaamwali pan mumbait purvi rahat hoti mhanun tilapan jara marathi yet hota. pan jasta nahi.Pahile don divas thik gele. tisrya divshi aaine sahaj mhanun sadi ghatli tar tya mhatarya baaila, shabnam ticha naav, tila raag aala. ti aaila. No relatives. Evacuating ahead of a hurricane. And Alan offered. The deputy sheriff talked to me. Told me that if Alan treated me wrong, to call 'im. Alan..."Kathy looked at me. "Just out of the clear blue, you offered?" Yeah," I said. "If it would've been a boy her age, I would've offered. I was just trying to help somebody who needed helping." Just sounds kind of ... you know..." Oh, believe me, I DO know ... Last thing I wanted was to take advantage of her. If you think it looks strange, you. I just stood there, staring. Randy stopped moving. Mom looked up and pleaded, "Cindy, please! I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone."I was speechless, mesmerized by the vision. Randy, still holding her leg, holding it higher in fact, turned slightly my way and looked at me over his shoulder. I could see his long, thick cock, still buried in my mother's cunt, slick and shiny. I watched him ease out and gasped as his creamy sperm poured out of Mom's gaping snatch. Mom saw me gawking at her beaver. Maine us ka hand pakad kar apni pand ke uper si hi apne lund par rakh diya or us ke hand ko lund per dabane laga. Mera lund hard ho gyaa tha.or phir maine apna hand uper kiya or us ki bra ke uper se hi us ke boobs ko dabane laga. Wo hot rahi thi us ne meri pant ki zip kholi ur meri pan ke under hand dal kar mere lund ko pakad kar sahlne lagi or boli wakeya me bhi kafi mast he.to phie maine us ko bola bahar chale kya. Wo boli kahan per . Me bola car me karte he parking me. Then she agree kyon ki.