His fingers were in me, I don't know how many; it felt like three or four. My pussy was stretched but being so lubricated it allowed my son to easily ...inger fuck me. He was still sucking on my neck making me so wet. I involuntarily started to buck my hips coming down onto his fingers fucking him, I was softly moaning while doing that lost in this moment of incest. Suddenly I heard something, sounded like a door than something else... footsteps, down the stairs."Tommy... Tommy God let me go," I. Itne se mera man nahi bhara to maine apna hath unki salwar mai dal dia. Unhone koi underwear nahi pehni thi to mai dheere se hath pherne laga. Unki choot pai ghane baal the. Maine dheere se unki choot mai ungli dali. Wo chilla uthi. Mai dar gaya. Maine socha ki ab to mai gaya. Par phir wo boli are jaanu dheere se karo.Mujhe pta chal gaya ki wo uthi hui aur maze le rahi. Maine unko zor se pakda aur unke lips choomne laga wo bhi poori tarah se mze se kiss kar rahi thi. Mai kiss karte hue unke. “Hey Yourself!” Frank called back. “Haven’t seen ya in a while!” he said and sk** his little portable black and white TV within view of the taller folk. He sincerely seemed delighted to see my Dad and all of us. Frank was always really nice. “Ya guys gonna play today? Ya want me to get Emma so Robbie can have someone to keep him company?” he asked. I dreaded the question. Emma was Frank’s daughter and 3 years younger than me. Absolutely silly and fun but right now wanted to be with the. So, by tacit agreement with Mr. H., my spray would remain a secret, at least for now. Bullshit! Okay, yes, my friend Horse has his reasons for secrecy. He was an outrageously wealthy man when I met him decades ago. Now as to whether or not my spray potion contributed to his increasing wealth is anyone’s guess. Since he is running the finest whorehouse in the world, my guess would be, YES.One might wonder what this mysterious spray is. Well, in short, if you like pussy then one whiff of my.