It was disgusting, but it was also hot! Mom helped interracial me lick it clean and it got us both so aroused! I almost threw up a few times at first, but once I got used to it I just dove right in! We were fingering each other's pussies while licking and sucking on the shit. It was so dense and hard packed that I had to scrape it off with my teeth in places. But then Mom and I would kiss and pass the chunk back and forth until it dissolved in our saliva. I just can't believe how aroused all this made me! And when we were done, mom gave me the most amazing rim job. We peed in each other's mouths, and made out for I don't know how long, before finally showering together. And omg was that hot! That's a story all by itself. And now we're going to do it again tonight! And I'm so sore and hurting you should see me. I can barely stand and can't even fake walking normally. This a true story. Readers are advised not to read if offended by mature/young gay sex. Cold and indian Wet. The Saga of Ajay and Raja. Part.1 The two figures huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my attention as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely cold, as only a hill station can get. None of the other few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be school uniform pants and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly amateur they could barely reply to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the last one of the day and would return to the plains only the next morning. When I explained this to the boys they were on the verge of tears. Feeling sorry for their plight I asked them to come home with me. I could give them a meal, a change of clothes and a warm place to sleep. The brisk walk of a kilometre from the bus stop to my house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my place with very little said as they were still too cold and wet to talk. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. “Do you really want to stay over?” he asked. They grinned at us. Last time she was drunk enough that she didn't remember anything beyond a vague sense of getting fucked. He had put his cloths back on and skedaddled after the women left. Her wet cunt and sweet tummy were rubbing my cock and I just had to fuck her. I thought about his obviously hard cock and wondered if he was going to cream indian his pants. I felt my load begin to boil, I was going to explode! I smiled and rose, my round breasts swaying. I shuddered at that first, wonderful contact of a new woman's mouth on my pussy. Standing up in front of everyone at the middle of lunch I marched over to Patty and sat next to her. Their loss would burn a hole in my mind later, but I had trained myself to dam the flood of grief. Though he is unusually hale and hearty for his age, he does have some age related physical issues and so uses a cane and is careful where he sits to protect his hips from undue strain from getting up and amateur sitting down. I gasped as she rammed to the hilt in me. My asshole was so used to her big, Black futa-dick. She’d been there all along, right under his interracial nose. “Mommy-sluts, you are all wet to fuck other guys.