Few had made the passing, and even fewer were left sane and unscathed in body, soul and mind once they did. There were stories and legends about the W...delands that were passed down from generation to generation, in many places and in many folk.Most of them, he had determined, were the superstitious tales of simpletons and madmen: mere fantasies for common people to spent the grinding, toiling days, thankful for their safe, ordinary, almost pitiful lives. Some were invariably twisted second and. She stepped forward and quickly opened Dad's pants, struggling a bit to get his erect cock free from his pants. I looked down it. It was impressively large. It was no wonder now what made Mom cry out like that during sex. I had inherited his same curved, banana shaped cock. It made me smile. I looked over and saw Nicole hungrily devouring Dad's cock--or at least and much as she could fit in her mouth. It emerged from her mouth with a soft wet popping sound and shimmering with saliva. "Isn't. As a token of love he bit Sanjukta’s nipple with his teeth making her cry loudly.We fucked Sanjukta for more than five minutes and wanted a change. I suggested to change places but Sumanta refused as he was close to coming. Ok we continued to fuck in the same position and Sanjukta orgasm three times, her cunt clasping my cock firmly each time she came.Sumanta was now banging Sanjukta’s ass fast and soon came pushing tons of come in Sanjukta’s ass hole. I could feel his cock spurt the come as it. Now that she was awake, she threw back the covers, a double-edge sword. The upshot was that it revealed her body, sleek and perfect, to my roving eyes. The downside was the abrupt exposure to cold air that threatened to deflate my throbbing hardness despite the silken, forbidden flesh it was pressed against.My mother swung easily out of her- our, I reminded myself- bed, disdaining the notion of covering up in front of her son. "Up and at 'em," she laughed as I groaned, having been robbed of the.