He had his share while it lasted. And I guess I owe him for showing me the ropes. I bet you saw "The Devil's Advocate" with Pacino? Meet my daddy. Bet...er not shake his hand, though. Or even allow him a finger.Isn't it amazing how many people believe that the devil is an ugly monstrosity on bent legs? That he has horns and ungainly hooves? That he spits fire and reeks of sulphur? How on earth would the poor bastard seduce so many if he looked this appalling?My dad was tall and blonde. He had. Without further delay let me get to the story. This is about my first cousin(mora pennu). people down south will understand this relation and it is not considered incest. I belong to a south Indian family and the protagonist of the story is my maternal uncle’s daughter. Her name is Gayatri.Relations between her family and mine were not that great because of some family disputes but despite this as kids we used to enjoy and play a lot. Since she was my morapennu I always had a liking for her and. Without wasting a time started licking her milky boobs and squeezed her milk..I was completely out of control and not knowing what I am doing but she was moaning heavily..One thing I have to tell at this time is her round shaped sexy navel its so soft..By minutes passes we both became completely nude and best part of the story is her pussy it was so clean and smelling toxic..I settled down for more than a hour and ate her pussy completely..Later I gave my lengthy dick to her she played with it. It turns out that due to the fact his dad was deputy chief he got a reduced cost education at the school. Well we were as thick as thieves we took many of the same classes together and were ‘joined at the hip’ as my folks liked to say. Sandman as I came to call him was like the brother I never had. The bully problem sorted itself out as well. Sandman was giving me extra training and combined with the twice weekly class I was becoming a pretty handy boxer. It all came to a head one afternoon.