Mere ankhon se asoo bhi nikle… phir use jor pakda… ek minute ruko….. Mai apne dard bardasht nahi kar payee… usne bola pur takat laga ne ko bol... thin na…… maine bola… muje tumhari zor ka andaaz nahi tha na.. Phir usne halke halke kar na shur kar di ya muje bahut acha lag raha tha… phir usne apna speed bada diya phir maine bhi use utha utha ke de rahi thi…. Wo bola raha tha… aur utha… aur utha…. Mai haan haan haan… aur zor se karo plz aur zor se…. Ahaaaaaa ahaaaaaaaa ahaaaaaa ahaaaaaaa ahaaaa. . my Nose was very close to her Venus mound ... her horny scent rose into my Nose. My fingers pulled her Panties aside. My lips gently touched her Venus mound. I felt my itchy Cunt and how I was getting hotter and wetter. Sophie opened her Thighs further for me. I opened my Eyes and looked up at Sophie. Her Eyes reflected her Lust again. Sophie bit her lower Lip gently, her Hands holding her Tits in her Hands and her Fingers massaging her Nipples. I stuck out my Tongue, the Tip of my Tongue. A bookcase proved to hold more of the same, some adult male's idea of what a little girl would or should read. The toys were mostly dolls and doll accessories. The dollhouse was an intricate structure, obviously custom made, four feet wide and taller than he and populated with Barbie's clan. He examined a Skipper doll curiously but put it back in the little bedroom where he found it. There was only one Ken doll in the tableaux, dressed as a doctor and accompanied by Nurse Barbie. Babysitter. Before I knew what I was doing I was beside them, myfingers wrapped around my husband’s bobbing balls andI was gently massaging them as he sank in and pulledout of my sister’s dripping hole. Then my mouth wasthere and my tongue was darting against his thrustingshaft and he began to groan loudly.A moment later John’s body tensed and he gasped ashis entire body jerked once then twice and then athird time as he pumped his baby making seed deepinto my sister. I was still holding.