Aur mere mooh mein jiju ka lund hone ki wajhe se main sirf goon goon hi kar pa rahi thi. Meri bur mein bhi aag lagi hui thi. Main bhi aaj ki raat ka m...uka khona nahi chahti thi.Main jiju ke lund ko mooh mein ghuma rahi thi. Kabhi use chatne lagti thi. Aur jiju to masti mein zhum rahe the. Unhone mere sar ko pakad rakha tha aur mere mooh ko hi chodne lage the. Aah kya maza aa raha tha. Main kabhi kabhi unka pura lund nigal jati thi. Aur woh mere gale se ja lagta tha.Meri chut geeli ho rahi thi.. Suddenly she heard the call for sixteen, then seventeen. Each time she managed to thank him audibly and coherently, even as her body writhed with unsurpassed levels of pleasure and pain.She had until the count of fifty, she knew suddenly, to cum. If she didn't have an orgasm by then he'd start over. Those were his rules. If she didn't cum at all he'd abuse her cute ass all night: he didn't care. He took pleasure out of hurting her.My daddy likes to hurt me, the girl thought. I give him pleasure. “I’m mana...” I turned in shock to face Wishes’ mother. “You know?” I gasped.She chuckled softly and looked out over the moor as well.“About a quarter of a mile that way.” she pointed slightly to the left of the view. “Is a sacred spot to the Goddess. If someone makes a wish from the depths of their heart there at certain times of the year the Goddess may see fit to grant them. Last winter she granted your wish.”“I guess someone did,” I murmured not quite sure if I believed in a mythical. Their noisy funny business somewhat distracted the petite Amy causing her to look over her shoulder at their gyrations with a confused look on her innocent face.“What is your aunt doing to my cousin, sir? That is not seemly right out in the open where others can see what they are doing.”I caught up the girl’s hands and drew her closer to me on the sofa inhaling the sweet fragrance of what I guessed was lilacs. I assumed she used a soap that incorporated the scent in its manufacture with great.