In the cveing My self Usha stated my Scotty to my house. We reached my house that time my Mother is bathing & came to my room. That time usha told me ...yr mother is so Sweet & cute she is hungering for sex her Brest is more than ( Nayan Thara’s Brest) yr Father is eating everyday she is most successful SEX DRIVE. if any males whomever seeing her will definitely need TASTE Brest. Regd yr Brest size problem shall I inspect yr best she put her my shirt pocket & right hand goes to my sweet pussy told. ‘We are not going to Sonic with my tits hanging out!’ she said pulling her shirt down and reaching for her over shirt. Snatching it away, ‘Nope.’ I put it between me and the door. ‘You’re covered up enough.’ ‘Mike! NO! Give me my shirt!’ she pleaded. HAH! ‘No way! You told me you wanted me to help push you. Well, I’m helping.’ ‘This isn’t what I meant! We know people here.’ she whined. ‘If someone sees me like this…’ ‘Do you trust me?’ Lori looked at me, conflict clear on her face. ‘Do you?’. “Some boys love tiny tits,” Candace gazed at them, then looked at me so I nodded, “and girls too, if that helps. Or other people like huge balloony ones, or no tits at all just nipples, or they don’t care too much because they’re more interested in faces or hips.” She was looking at Amelie’s face and hips by now, which are both magnetic. “Or your personality, sense of humour, interests and so on.”“Or if you show them your panties,” said Scarlett, looking at Candace’s.“Once you learn to like. To my shock, my wife walked in and stood in line waiting to order. She was wearing a short mini-skirt, and a halter-top with no bra. Her hair was wet from a recent shower. What the fuck, I thought! My heart was pounding so hard I worried people could hear it. As she stood in line, I noticed a drop fall from between her legs. She took her order and Damn if she didnt sit at the table with the black guy. I didnt know what to do. Their conversation, their body language, and the way my wife touched.