The minister stepped up in his black shirt and starched white collar and read from scripture. I didnt hear a word he said. I was lost in memories of d...d before he hurt his back, when he was a real father and not the drunken asshole he became. Would anyone like to say a few words about David Glassner? the minister asked. I dont know why I stood up and walked to the podium. I hadnt planned on saying anything. Dad, you were an abusive, drunk, I heard myself say as I stared at the urn. An asshole. ?Aaah! Aah! Ah!? She contorted, as before, grabbing the sides of the tablewith white knuckles, and the room hushed a second time. The piston sank into her, stretching her taut and thin. Herjaw undulated, her open mouth reached for the ceiling, but she made no sound. When the piston was fully inside her, the Understudy steppedforward and released the belt across her hips. With the flip of another switchby the Usher, the piston began to lift her, waist-first, leaving her back andshoulders resting. Kuch der chut chatne ke bad maine apne or bhabhi ke sare kapde utar diye or fir bhabhi ne mera land hath me lekar kaha wah mere raja kitna accha hai tumara, maine kaha kya accha hai, bhabhi “tumara lund” or fir sarma ke mujhse lipat gayi or main unhe kiss karne laga, thodi der bad bhabhi ne mera land apne muh me lekar chusne lagi aahhh main bata nahi sakta kitna maza aa raga tha, oohhhh bhabhi tum kitni acchi ho, mera land mano lohe sa kadak ho gaya tha, fir bhabhi ne kaha ab or mat tadpao jay. She repeated this several times, all the while never removing her eyes from our connection. She moved a bit faster and started clenching me with her pussy as she rose up, then releasing the pressure when she sank down.“That feels great!” I gasped.She continued doing that, every once in while stopping with me fully inside her to lean down to kiss me, but always returning her gaze to my dick sliding in and out of her. She leaned down to kiss me again.“Do you want to cum in my pussy or my.