How can I say this? She thought. Gen cleared her throat, making an unnecessary show of it in-between apologising down the phone, just to buy herself s...ome time on what to say. ‘I’m sorry’ she said. ‘It’s okay’, came the woman’s soft re-assuring voice on the other end of the phone. ‘You were on the number 18 last night?’ ‘Yes. There was a young couple there last night getting rather… frisky, shall we say…’ ‘Oh yes?’ the woman’s voice piped up, her interest obviously piqued. ‘What happened?’ So. Il buco, rilassato, era cedevole e comunque aveva risentito della botta della sera prima. Lui pian piano fece scorrere il glande attraverso il suo prepuzio e le invase il culo.Il giorno scoprirono che c’era del sangue sul lenzuolo e che era di Renè.Nel rapporto violento gli si era spezzato il filetto del pisello e ancora gli faceva male. Il ragazzo era terrorizzato e non voleva nemmeno vederla, per paura di intostare.3La domenica successiva la nonna andò a messa e poi a pranzo dalla sorella. I. Mom is a house wife and my dad work as employee in a company. My mom had brothers and sisters a big family, when ever we got holidays we used to go to my relatives home at my mama so every one used to come there my mausi (peddamma) also came there from childhood on wards I used to have great affection with her in childhood I used to call her mom , she also used to take care of me . In childhood I slept beside my mom and I used to hug my mom in sleep and some times I used to touch her boobs not. “Were you able to borrow a belt like I asked?” Without speaking she went to her purse and pulled out a brown belt about 2 inches wide that was rolled up and brought it and laid it on the kitchen counter. “Well we might as well get to it” I said and picked the belt up front the counter and kinda motioned for her to head to the bedroom. She walked to the bedroom fairly slow without speaking a word. I followed behind her carrying the belt. I was looking down at her jeans and plump ass wondering.