Unka shithole, 1 nanhi sui ki nok jitna chota dikh raha tha. Mere lund phir se chauka maarne ke liye tayyar ho chuka tha. Maine turant bhabhi ki gaand...mein apni ungli ki. Wo chauk gayi aur peechay mud kar chillane lagi. Ab kya chahiye tujhe. Meri izzat loot kar chain nahi mila jo meri gaand mein ungli kar raha hai. Mujhe gussa aa gaya. Maine bhabhi ko kheechkar le gaya aur deewar ke saath unko chipka diya. Unke mumme mere seenay se dab rahe they aur unke hathon ko maine apne 1 haath se lock. The girls were reading out loud and Blossom would sound out any words they had trouble with. As I stood there, Paula looked up and saw me.“Hi Daddy.”“Hello Paula Erin. How are you doing in school this morning?”“What’s school?”“Wow. Darling that is when you sit down with a teacher and learn new stuff.”“OK, then I am doing good.” She smiled and me and gave me a hug before going back to school.“Hi Paul,” my little Latina wife said in greeting.“Hi Blossom.”“Is everything ok?” Her question was one. Especially Julka, who matured a bit later, could not enjoy her breasts. She was able to boast over Daria for hours, and she had nice big breasts. Daria was not her debt. So her adventure started with a girl. One day they were sunbathing together on a naked glade. Julka began to play with her big bosom, while simultaneously handing over her pussy. She saw Daria, who probably said she just liked her girlfriend. At this sight, she got excited and started masturbating into a pussy. Then she thought. I felt like a twenty first century man investigating Tandra equipment for the first time with no idea of how it worked.What I did find out was that there was no way of defeating these Fassoot technologically with the information we already had. They were always at war or so it seemed, and they would be much more wary than what the Samutz had been.Pieces that were small enough, were transferred back through the maze. Defren and the monarchies were the most technologically advanced. The maze.