Why do they give us these cocks?”“I don't know.” Rita let out a sigh. “But I'm grateful. I've done so much good with mine. I've healed so many...people.”I flushed, feeling so selfish that I just wanted to fuck my sister and our daughters, to breed them and love them. Rita also healed people with her cum. I felt it when she fucked me at the emergency room, soothing the pain in my pussy after I lodged a sparkling grape juice bottle in my depths, using it as a makeshift dildo one night while Tarik. “Don’t tell Baba about this please”, Dipika’s voice was breaking now and I wanted to hold her. I wanted to tell her it was going to be okay.“Why shouldn’t I?”, Aunty retorted.Dipika stayed shut.I wanted to help and I could think of only one way to do that.“I wanted her, Aunty. I called her to my room and asked her if we could do this.” I told Sharmila Aunty and Dipika’s eyes widened. I gave her an assuring stare with the hope that she wouldn’t say anything that would prove otherwise.“Oh, so you. At a specialty store called Pretty Pussy I found a size two teddy of black lace covered by gold fishnet and brought it home for my fuck toy to try on. She wiggled into it and I smoothed it down between her thighs as she tossed back her huge mob of golden hair and stood up straight, thrusting out her young breasts and smiling as I tied the gold bows down the back. When we started swapping three years ago, she was a 28-B and now, at age 15, she was a 34-C and, I hoped, still developing. Her. “I have to pull over” he gasped, and pulled the car into he shade of a grove of trees down a short side road. We looked at each other, and both just knew that we had to get into the back seat. We tumbled over the front seats into the luxurious, broad leather back seat. He held my face and kissed me, and stroked my hair. His hands moved down around my body and he stroked my breasts under my shirt. We rolled about, kissing, fondling, and undressing. I can’t remember if I took my skirt off, or.