In them, chatters discussed what they knew, saw and fantasised and inevitably boys/men talked about their mothers, grandmothers, aunties, sisters etc,... leading onto voyeuristic opportunities within the privacy of home. The blue knickers had since been unearthed and formed a catalyst for a constant raid on his mother’s undies, not needing to steal any, there was always a stock of them in the laundry, which he would photograph and exchange for photos of other mature ladies underwear, all. Dipty masi ne jo bola uska virod tha. Dipty ko na sunke acha nai laga. Wo table par se uthi aur ek laat mari. Issbar uski laat bilkul lund ki niche ki goti par lagi. Amit ki to jaan nikal gayi thi. Wo kuch soch ni nahi pa raha tha.Dipty firse kitchen table par akar bhet gayi. Aur apni chapel ka sole dikha rahi thi. Yaha par amit apne lund aur goti ko pakad kar chilla raha tha. Usse kafi pain ho raha tha. ‘tum muje lund pe kyu mar rahi ho, kuti sali massi’ amit zor se chilaya. Dipty fir se uthi. "Gail began taking pictures of the scene as I heard the shutter clickingand saw the flashes.I then heard a zipper being undone and pants falling to the floorbehind me. I turned my head and looked back to see Tony in his BVDs,hard and wet, getting down on his knees. He then pulled his underweardown and his cock leaped out. Gail took a tube of KY out of her purseand gave some to Tony who ran it up and down the length of his shaft.The camera clicked.Turning back to my front, Bob, who already had. She groaned and moaned as I carried out loosening her with the plug. If I pushed to much in one go she would arch her back up instead of down and I would have to pull the top of her head back to force her back in an appropriate position. Eventually she was relaxed and slacken enough to pass the widest section of the plug and I pushed it all the way through. She let out a “Oh!” of surprise but her sphincters clinched instantly and firmly on the base of the plug. I pulled her head back so she was.