Dad had come in from the field to pick up some tools so he popped his head in the door and asked how I was feeling."Not too bad. It's still hurts a li...tle, though." What a dumbass!" was all he could manage by way of sympathy before he closed the door.Dad's OK but he's not the sympathetic sort and also makes it plain I'm not his favorite child. Sometimes I think he's jealous because Mom dotes on me, always hugging me and kissing me on the cheek and doing things for me. Maybe if I were him I'd be. She couldn't believe that something she thought was so nasty could be so fucking good. Her hips slowly began to meet his. Taking her time but finally getting the pace. He was pleased and began fucking her harder. She began moving faster and her breathing excellerated."OMG!FUCK MY TINY TEEN CUNT OLD MAN!YOU DIRTY OLE PERV! FUCK GOOD!" she couldn't believe this was her. Her hair sweaty and matted to her face. The stench of sex echoed throughout the room and she was loving every minute of it.. After that she went in the room and came to my room after 5 minutes with a loose saree and a low cut sleeve less blouse and sat beside me and started talking to me but all the while she never discussed the wet patch on her panty.After a while I said Bhabi can I see your album and she brought the same and sat near me .I took the album in my hand and put it on her thighs and started to ask her about the names of the people in the album.By this time I was aware that she wants my cock and will not. The contrast of his pink cock in my chocolate brown hand was more than mesmerizing, his purplish mushroom head leaking pearlescent precum, and begging to be licked.So, I did.Giving his head an experimental lick, tasting the sweet-salty precum on my tongue, I felt one of his hands come to rest on the back of my head. I looked up at him, catching his eyes in mine…and I sucked the bulbous head between my full lips, sliding him over my tongue, and pulling him into my hot mouth. We maintained eye.