Maine 69 wala action mara . Main oski khubsurt chut (phuddi) ko chatne laga . Or uske danne ko jibh marne lagha . Kuj der badd oski muny nikal aai men... ab muh waha se hatta liya. Or lun ko b leek hone k darr se oske muh se nika liya.neeru ab bistar par ase taraf rahi thi k jaise mashli bin pani k tarsti hain. Main socha ruk neeru tuje pani b mille gaa. Main jab uski kamar par kiss ki to wo or taraf uthi main soch k ab or tarfana theek nahi. Mian bed pe ose sidhe letate huye ose taange kholne ko. After about the third hit she set it down and continued with the beautification; Cove bellowed out asking for his turn as he appeared in the bedroom doorway. She called out “We’re in the bathroom, if you want to get in any of this.”As she snaked another hit from the pipe as Cove step around the bathroom doorway; he observed the situtation not knowing if he should avert his eyes, looks at me and I return a “What the hell” expression back. She finished her 5th and passes it over to Cove, turns. He licks his finger, and brushes his hand over the cold nipple, hard in the air-conditioned room. The moisture only serves to make the nipple more sensitive to the air. “You should keep quiet, slut”, comes the growled response. Thrusting his hips forward, and holding her head, his cock fills her mouth. “Now suck it. Better still, hold that position.” Slowly, his hips move back and forth, his cock fucking her mouth. She feels the velvet smooth head push to the back of her throat, the shaft. I moved to the other side of the table and had my back towards my uncle and watched the first large rocket shoot upwards. After a few more explosions, my uncle must have figured everyone's attention was on the display, and slid his hand around and up under my top. Before I knew what was happening, he was rolling both my nipples between each of his thumbs and forefingers. Instantly my nips became rigid, then panic struck. I turned and whispered sternly. "Uncle Greg, someone may see you. You.