Main jaise hi gate par pahuncha…. tao daikha gate lock tha … usi waqat pathan nay muhjko peechy say pakar liya aur apny kaandhy par utha liya…. ...mera nanga chikna jism pathan kay mazbot hathoon main machalny laga….Nawaz nay aek zoor say meri Gand par thappar mara aur kaha“Tum hum say bhagta hai…. hum pathan hai…. hum nay aaj tak kisi boy ki Gaand mary bina jaane naheen dia”Main ne zor se chillana shoroo kya… tau pathan nay dobara pistol uthaliya aur pistol ki nali meri Gaand kay surakh par rakh. Mark smelled his mother's cunt from feet away. No surprise there since she'd been funking up the air where she went since she received that phone call this afternoon. But it was even more pungent now. He moved forward, and laid a warm hand on each of his mother's inner thighs, pushing them apart even further. The movement caused Jennifer's labia to spread simultaneously and her pink gash widened itself, leaking little streams of mommy cunt juice into the crack of her ass, and running over her. She didn’t feel the need or even interest in strangers or larger groups. As much as she enjoyed sex and fucking, she was still emotionally a housewife and devoted wife to Joe. Yes, their close friends, Harry and Juli, had become sexual playmates as well as truly best friends and nearly mother and father figures to them when they didn’t have any themselves. It was a strange combination of relationships: lovers, best friends/confidants, parental figures. But it worked and filled a need for her.. But I knew better now. I had a feeling that these men did not pull up on this curb to help me.Almost on cue, I heard a booming voice.“Well well, a little late to be prowling the streets huh girl?” Instinctively, respecting their stature and power, I stood up. I stammered back “N-no sir, its not what it looks like, I’m not a whore.” They looked me up and down, in my stripper wear; a neon pink bra, quad thong, body jewelry. They looked at each other in unison and started laughing at me. One of.