Crap, you are worse than my mom.”
Suddenly, my mom lifted herself off me and slowly made her way around me and went to Maria. She also rubbed her boobs on my back in slow, but recurrent strokes. Indian Sex I looked at her and bit my bottom lip for a few seconds. ‘I’m sorry, Dad, I hope you never find out and hate me, but your wife is one amazing fucker.’
I slowly closed my eyes, and I imagined her eating me out. ‘The best theory I can think of is that our moms love this.’
Then I heard the floor creak, so I had to open my eyes. Although, if I asked you if I could put a ring on your finger, would you let me?”
I had to shed my own tears and kiss her for a moment. There is no shame in it so that you can admit it.”
“Mom, this is just a little weird, that’s all,” I let her know, bringing my head back up. Feeling your mom finger fuck you again while we both watch them make out? You also have to kiss me as your girlfriend, remember?”
“Sorry, Mom,” I muttered before I pressed our lips together and placed my hands on her legs.
