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She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner thighs – such was the impact of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree pornstar still off her big cocks shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and soft spoken kid next door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into contact with Manya became. Deen saw his mother slumping onto the floor and was concerned. “Mom, are you OK?”, he called out and rushed to her side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing just a passing bout of exhaustion and she looked into her son’s eyes and smiled at him, loving the fact that he was concerned. “Let’s go to the bedroom Mom”, he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her babe wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully open, huge midriff stared right into his face, barely a couple of inches from Big Boobs his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his Mom’s fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya’s saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother’s sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son’s face for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any body’s gaze. Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her lush frame and cursed. “Why the hell did you have to open the door”? “Have you gone mad”? “Or are you dumb”? “I’ll teach those guys a lesson for breaking into my house”, he ranted. Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her husband’s screams. “It’s Hardcore all right. They are just boys and it’s Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave it”, she reasoned. 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Helen got up, walked over to me then turned to Vicky and said, “Hush Vicky, leave JKB alone. “Right?” She looked like a chipmunk with her cheeks so full. I looked down the street and a friend of big cocks mines girlfriend was walking to me, I said hey Sherry what's up, she asked what I was doing tonight? I was on the mats at one end of the room so I made sure that whatever position I was in my pussy would be visible either directly to their eyes or in the big wall mirrors. The ache built at the tip as she buffed clean my futa-dick. So far, we have sold 11 babe trailers full of recap tires. I hated to admit it but all of Steve's friends had a slight crush on her, even me. I moan as I ate her out! Making certain not to bump into anything. The END of This Story of the Hardcore Daughters of World's First Futa She grabbed Trish's arm and pulled her down the path. Jill comes around the corner wearing only her cute lacy blue panties and one of my white tee shirts.