" Okay."I opened a bottle of Chianti while Mom continued to fuss over dinner. Grabbing the bottle and a couple of wine glasses I returned to the den, ...poured the wine and plunked down on the couch.Mom brought dinner and we enjoyed ourselves. Sitcoms were the entertainment of choice over dinner so there was plenty of laughing involved. It was, all-in-all, a very relaxing dinner. When we were finished, Mom took the plates and, over her shoulder, told me she was going to change into something more. . bildest du dir eigentlich ein? Nach mir zu schlagen? Das ist eineUnversch?mtheit! Sieh nur, was du angestellt hast, ich bin ganz dreckiggeworden. Ich wollte, du h?ttest den Dreck, und nicht ich!"Pl?tzlich hatte sie etwas anderes an. Es sah aus wie einTrainingsanzug. Nein, genau wie mein Trainingsanzug. Wie hatte sie dasgemacht, einfach so schnell eine Kopie davon zu tragen?Unbewusst zeigte ich mit dem Arm auf das kleine Wesen, als k?nne ich esso besser verstehen. Dabei fiel mir etwas blau -. Maine apni finger chhed ke andar dalne ki koshis ki to chhed ke andar nahi ja rahi thi, maine socha ki jab ek finger chhed me nahi ja rahi hai to mera itna mota lund kaise andar jayega. Fir main thoda sa pani apne hath me bharkar laya aur bhabhi ki gaand me dala aur bhabhi se gaand ko dheeli karne ko kaha. aur fir mai dhire-dhire apni finger bhabhi ki gaand par andar bahar karta raha jisse ki hole dhila ho jaye. Kuchh der baad maine apna lund gaand me daalne ki koshish suru ki, to bhabhi jor se. “Now lick.”She continued wiggling her toes under my balls, as I tongue bathed her left arch. Occasionally, she’d draw back her foot and run her big toe up the shaft of my cock, sending shudders from my groin up my spine. Then back under my balls, with gentle and precise pressure, keeping me aroused without ever providing enough stimulation to grant me release.She dragged her right foot against my outstretched tongue, from arch to toes, pausing briefly to wiggle them beneath my nose. Compared.