She was around 5.5 , very fair and her figure was 36 28 38 and she was really looking a real bomb.She gave me a smile and said hello and because my wi...e was there so i just said hello n went to my room.But whole night i was fucking her in my dreams.After that day she started visiting us daily and then i came to know that she has a daughter of 2 years and her husband used to work abroad and she was alone there.One day she came with her husband and said that her husband has left the job and now. Then for good measure she dipped thebrush in the bottle of nail polish and calmly painted my tits."What the hell are you doing to me?" I shouted at her. "Shut up," shereplied, as she turned around and grabbed me by the chin. Then she puta dab of nail polish on my lips. "How's this?" she asked. "Lips, nips,and tips," she exclaimed, pleased with her little rhyme about the threeplaces on my body that she had painted me in red. She was about topaint my lips in nail polish when she thought better. "Sandra, I lost my memory when we were hit by the vegetable truck. I have no earthly idea where and to whom I lost my virginity, just like I have no idea what my grandparent names were. Now that our cabin was bombed, I have no address book or family photo albums to refer to."For all intents and purposes, I was born at fourteen years old, in a Mercury, on Interstate forty-four in Springfield, last May."Sandra looked stricken and started to apologize, but Colleen cut her off. "Brian is fine with. ” He dropped his hand between her thighs. “I sure would have liked bustin’ her cherry.”Atharva grinned. “No more cherries in this house. I took care of them last night.” “Ooooh, Daddy,” Khushboo moaned. “Lick me off while I look at Uncle Ashwin.” She squirmed on the bed. “You wanna watch me cum, Uncle Ashwin?” “I sure do, Khushboo,” he said, ogling the teenager’s large tits. “Then i’ll fuck you.” “Ooooh, Uncle Ashwin,” Khushboo crooned. She humped up, her pussy pulsing against her father’s.