It was then through the blur of pleasure she felt something slapping the entrance to her cock filled pussy but before she could think of what it might... be, Barney forced his swelling knot past her tight opening.“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH,” she screamed again, this time in pain.The pain subsided quickly as a new tidal wave of pleasure crested and crashed over her. Now that Barney had his knot firmly in place, his frantic thrusts slowed as his knot continued to grow. Julie could feel a pressure. They were the proud parents of our first grand-son and we were looking forward to spending time with them. Elaine likes to drive when we are there, and she was doing so one evening as we made an alcohol run. With our spirits safely secured in the backseat, we headed back in the general direction of our son’s apartment. He had been called away to work and wouldn’t be back until late the following day and Karen had stayed at home with their six month old son. I wasn’t paying much attention to. ”We went downstairs to find Lyudmila talking with Jennifer.“I see you left our son in the care of a communist!” Jennifer teased.“I am no communist!” Lyudmila protested fiercely. “I am as capitalist as Stepa is! Perhaps more!”“Were you giving her last-minute tips about Stanford?” I asked.“Where to find the cute guys, which bars to go to, where to try to get a tan to pick up guys,” Jennifer teased. “You know, all the important things!”“This is not true!” Lyudmila protested. “Jennifer Robertovna. Uska gora jism fir mene oil liya or uski pith pe thoda sa giraya or thoda apne hath me lga k uski pith ko sahlaya. Jaise hi mene sahlaya uske muh se nikla aaahhhh me bola kya hua? Wo boli kuch ni. Or fir mene dba k uski pith ko sahlaya to fir wo boli aaram se. Fir mere hath uski bra ki trf gye to mene kaha huk kholdu ni to oil lg jayega? Wo boli ok. Or mene huk khol k uski pith jo dbaya fir wo boli aram se yar. Wo ankh band kre leti hui or me bola mene ankh band kr liya h aap lowr bhi nikal.