Me-“Thik hai tayaar hu main”And after that she told me to bring coconut oil from the bathrooom.Which I brought immediately.She-“Tu phele mujhe t...ora massage krega mere badan ko .To tu apna t shirt ar shorts utar de sirf underwear me rhega”Main waisa hi kiya jaisa ki unhone kaha ar main oil leke aunty k paer k pass jaa k thora saree ko upr uthaya ar thora sa oil deke massage suru kiya.Unki nangi paer ek dm mulaym ar ekdm safed lg rhi thi.Thora hath ka pressure deke main ne unke paer ki taluo ko. I have to take some more pictures of you... don't move, please... I'll be right back."He bolted for his room leaving me there by the fireplace. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow as I stood there trembling, waiting for my son, knowing damn well where this could lead. God... why did I do this... why did I show him my thighs... like some... like some slut. He came down holding the camera."Ok Mom, now spread your legs apart more."I looked down and realized that I haven't changed position. All four bandits were scattered about and not gathered together. That suggested that this was not their first stagecoach robbery, so I had better be cautious as I approached.I dismounted in some trees about 100 yards away from the robbery site and took my sawed-off shotgun and a bandolier of the shells modified to fire the shot as a single slug. I did not want to chance messing up faces just in case any of these men were wanted by the law and needed to be identified. I used my cane to pick my. Anger at my sister for not sharing and jealousy that she got all of daddy's attention. I hated them for not including me...So why was I rubbing my pussy so hard, and why was my tight little hole so wet? I masturbate every time I hear her moan his name, every time I hear the slapping of their hips as daddy bottoms out inside her. And I cum harder and harder every time.No! This isn't fair! I can be just as good as her! I need love too daddy! Pulling my hand away from my dripping wet pussy lips I.