Daya mein bas ek cheez chata hoonDaya: Woh kyaHarsh: Daya mein bas ek baar teri gaand soongh kar usse chat na chata hoon..Daya: Haste hue bass itni ch...oti gift woh to mein aapko kabhi bhi de sakti hoon. Kuch bada mangiye naaHarsh: tu bass intna karde dayaDaya: Mein toh aap ko bohot bada tofa doongiHarsh ka mann machal haata heDaya Harsh ke karib aakar usse kiss karti he aur kyonki daya ke boobs kafi bade aur shape mein hein woh Harsh ki chati par lagre thee..Harsh kiss karte samay apna haath. Ravi uncle spread my mom’s thigh and sat on the floor so that his face was near to my mother’s thigh.He closely examined my mother’s womanhood and then sliced his finger on her swollen labia making my mom shiver.Ravi-“I never saw a beautiful pussy like this.you had your son through scissor…is not it?”Mom responded-“Yes.”Ravi looked at my mother mark on the belly.Ravi-“Have you thought of another child.Arpita?”My mother got nervous and said-“what are you talking about?”Ravi-“Don’t get tensed…I. ." Teresa closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. "I just plain like to fuck. And Nate knows more about that sort of thing than any guy my age." How do you know? Have you ever done it with anybody your age?" Well, not really." Teresa shrugged. "But Nate made me beg him for it. And when he put it inside me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." Teresa caressed one of her large, round fits. "He can fuck a girl until she comes two or three times, and he never comes himself."Mary remembered how. She was obviously in love with him, but she sometimes talked about the frustrations of life, how sometimes to be with the man you love, you have to give up the things you love ... I was never sure what she meant until after she died ... My father was a bit of a mess, so I took responsibility for sorting through her private possessions...”She raises a handful of carefully stacked Polaroid photos, the front picture showing another young blonde, stripped to bra and panties, on the floor hugging a.