But I was obviously looking up to the future ceremonies. Time passed by and the band baaja baraat function came, n like before, I left no stone unturn...d to prepare for the function, bought impressive perfumes and after shave to leave a mark on my dream girl.Finally I saw her at the wedding wrapped up in an orange shade seductively clad saree her blouse and petticoat had enough of the gap to show her milky white skin and those tempting love handles. I decided to extend this eyes acquaintance to. I saw him move and then he seemed to go unconscious. I took a couple of steps and kicked the revolver out of his hand. I was bending over to see if he still had a pulse when I heard a scream. It was Jean. I quickly turned around and saw Jean standing in front of a doorway across the hall.I went to her and looked into the room. There were two dead kids lying on the bed. They were both shot once in the head. I about lost it myself. What had happened here? Jean radioed dispatch and asked for. Cum for Mistress. Cum in my hand.' That was too much – the idea that she was my mistress, a kink I have jerked over loads of times, but never thought it would be reality. I came, spurting my load into her hand. She let me drop onto the bed, panting, worn out and in need of rest. She then plucked the dildo from my hole. 'Very nice. That's a puffy hole sissy,' She said as she smeared my cum over it and started pushing it in with her finger. Weekends were filled with this sort of depravity. We. That made me even more curious as moaning sound was still coming. I crawled to a place from where I could see my parents bedroom but could not see Namita. The bedroom door was never closed and there my father was on top of my mom. I could only see the bare legs of my parents.Dad was pumping mom in missionary position. Within 2-3 minutes they stopped and my father rolled over to the side, wiped himself with a towel and drew a sheet on him. My mom lied still with her knees up and spread, giving a.