Kuch samay bad dadaji ke lund se meri mummy ne apna muh nikala unka lund ek dum chamak raha tha aur bahut bada ho gaya tha dadaji ne mummy ko kaha pao... idhar karo meri mummy palat ke apne tango ko dadaji ke taraf ki dadaji ne meri mummy ne pahle meri mummy ki kurti ko pet tak utha diya aur tango ko pakad ke pura khol diya jaise meri mummy ka tang ka fak kiya meri mummy ki fuddiya ka aander tak dikhne lage dadaji biche me aake jhuk gaye aur bistar pe hath rakh diye unka lund ka supada meri mummy. ”They gave me a big lead apron and placed it in front of her while they used some sort of constant X-Ray machine that let the radiologist get the large needle into her spine. We saw some increased brain activity when they were doing the test, but it went back down when they finished.“The pressure is inside normal limits. That helps rule out some brain injuries. Our analysis of the spinal fluid will help eliminate some possible diagnosis.”When we got back to her ER bay, I saw her mom was there. I hoped there were adequate instructions included in the packages.Back in my room I took out one of the packages. When I opened it I foundit was a large pack of depilatory cream. Strange. Why would that beneeded? The second package turned out to be an aerosol can of hairlacquer. Now I was starting to get worried. I ripped open the thirdpackage. It was a dispenser pack of moisturising cream. A hand writtenlabel had been stuck onto it. The label read "Dick Oil". Even in mypredicament I had to. I unbutton my top slowly, looking at you, our eyes meeting and not moving away from each, you watch as I slowly unbutton myself, trailing a finger down my cleavage. I put my finger in my mouth and suck, watching your reaction. You have your cock in your hand as you start to masturbate yourself. You make a move towards me but I put my hand up, instructing you to stay where you are without making a sound.My top is off now, thrown to the floor. I wriggle out of my skirt, slowly. I am wearing.