.To ab mai story per ata hun hume rimpy ki bhabi ne milaya tha jiska chakr mere frnd k sath chal rha tha or rimpy ko bhi pta tha.. 2 3 mhine hmari bat...hote hue ho gye the to humne milne ka plane bnaya jab uske ghar wale sab 4 dino k liye gyumne gye the..Wo ghar par akeli thi usne mujhe rat 9 bje ghar ane ko kha to mai uske ghar rat ko 9 bje aa gya . Mene jate he use hug kiya or 5 mint tk lips pr kiss krta rha fir usne mujhe kmre me light band krke rukne ko kha kyu k sath he uske 2 mamio ka ghr. "He cocked his head and waited."Women said you were his son. He's dead," I said, "your father. Broke his neck, fell on the back steps."The man leveled his shotgun at me."You kill him?" he asked with unblinking eyes.I shook my head. "He missed a step, cracked his head and died. Did he drink?" None a'your business," the son said, the gun unwavering."Just thought I'd tell you," I said, sticking my toe in the stirrup."Wait," he said, "I'll ride back with you." I waited and we rode back, him behind. Stroking and touching through the fabric, I started to think about the time with Irene and Eva, our unexpected threesome. All of us naked, alive, hungry for each other. She invited Irene and me between her legs, licking her shaved pussy in tandem, our tounges meeting across her clit. Sex hissed into all of our bodies. I remember Irene’s voice, “I want to watch you two fuck.” I slipped my hand past the elastic; my cock was hard, humming, fuck-ready. I slipped out of my underwear and leaned. This time I waited for Kenny to leave the bedroom. He left to join his friends, and I moved inside. My mother was sleeping. Her legs were spread, and I could see Kenny’s sperm seeping out of her. I took my pants off and climbed on the bed, waking her up. ‘Get out of here,’ she huffed, but I could tell she didn’t mean it. ‘You shouldn’t do this,’ she wailed, but clasped her arms around me pulling me in. ‘Okay, put it in,’ she cried, and helped me insert my dick into her pussy.’ Moments later,.