She loves to hear my mother being mentioned often in the fantasy.‘ My own mother takes my cock head into her mouth’‘so your cock is in your moth...ers mouth?’‘yes and she is so aroused she starts sucking’‘Adarsh, you didn’t want to see where you came out of 17 years ago?”‘Of course. I take her mouth off my cock and then strip her. Her saree, blouse, petticoat, bra and panties’‘Describe her breasts Adarsh’‘whose?”‘your mother’s breasts’‘Ok. They are wonderful. Huge and sagging, very long light. . .not to mention having just felt her friend's nipples against her own stiff buds. "Well . . . he opened up his arms and pulled me close and put his hand on my waist.” "So did you hug back?" asked Julie suddenly preoccupied by a quick image in one of the bus driver's mirrors. "Hell yes . . .it was great . . .but that huge thingy of his was like poking against my stomach and he was like rubbing it against me? It was soooo wild!" said Aimee. Julie suddenly realized what was happening . . .and. I took turns ravishing her tits until she took charge. She stripped down to just her cute panties and started removing my clothes like a woman on a mission. There she stood at the foot of the bed, very much the image of a goddess. She climbed on top of me, moving slowly towards my cock. She was enjoying every second, kissing her way to my raging cock. Once she got there, it was pure bliss; first, she slowly stroked me and massaged my balls. Then Mandy looked me in the eyes as she slowly sucked. ”I start to cry again. Something sharp is attatched to one nipple, then the other. He tightens them down while I squirm under him. Oh god take them off! I cry inside my head. The world tilts again; he’s flipped me right side up again. My head pounds as blood leaves my brain, allowing me to think and hear clearly again. He ties something to the things he attatched to my nipples, a few seconds later they tug upwards, lifting my boobs up entirely by the nipple. I cry out in pain again, my nipples.