Two old men, even poetry

Two old men, even though my mother was rubbing her hands, kissing her pussy, I saw them turning white behind the curtain. She saw them well. She was naked. I did not know the one under him, but I was very upset with him. He was big and old and fat. Kirsh was big and hot. I know that every object would satisfy me. I would like him to sleep with his hand on my lap. I will try, maybe my breasts will shine around me too, that old men, I'm good to rub my breasts and my mouth, I'm also a washing machine for them