Ridhima aur simran yeh sab dekh ke hass rai thi, tabhi ridhima boli, “mom apney hath kyu rakh lia aagye, kiss se darr hai apko, rahul se?? Hahahaha ...“Mom boli, hey bhgvaan simran kya bol rai hai, kuch to soch ke bola kar, tum sabko ko kya pata aisey bina pant ke mujhey kaisa feel ho raha hai” simran boli” kaisa feel hota hai mummy” aur hass paddii.Main bhi hasney laga aur mom ki shakal dekh kar mujhey mom pe pyaar aa gaya aur mainey mom ko zor se hug kia, my god main bhool hi gaya tha ki mom. My thoughts wandered back to the girlfriend who unknowingly donated Cori’s dress. Which led me to recall my days as a photographer. I was one of the top rated BDSM photographer in New York until I photographed the wrong man’s 18 year old daughter. Well, her drivers license had said she was 18. I had to get out of town fast. I still have all of my toys and stuff, as well as my digital cameras, including an expensive video set up using six cameras. It was all up in the attic of the house,. Gary was married and his wife seemed nice enough. I was upset that he wanted mine too. The move to Alabama would have been a good one for Terry because he had his heart set on going to Auburn. The resident tuition was a lot more affordable then the nonresident tuition. While we were eating supper I decided that I was going to take the Huntsville position. It didn't matter what the outcome was the next day, I was still going to move. I would be able to file a declaration of domicile when I got. “I slapped her ass again, and she tensed. “More!” she instructed. So I slapped her over and over until her flesh was red and throbbing. “Smack my pussy!” she screeched, and I slapped her along the slit until her pussy lips became thick and engorged with desire. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, trembling. “That stings baby, that stings so good…” I smiled at her bright pink ass. “Tuck yourself in, so that your ass is really high,” I ordered, and she obliged, bringing her pussy into clear view. .