‘She kind of reprimanded me for saying something about her eyes.’ Taylor went on to complain about the amount of restitution and the anger managem...nt classes. ‘I still think the dude deserved what he got.’ He holds up his big fist. ‘Sometimes this is the only language some people understand. Shit, a guy like Chuck Zito would have messed that guy up much more than I did.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Chuck Zito. Former Hell’s Angel and celebrity bodyguard who punched out Jean-Claude Van Damme in a bar a few years. But my sister’s moans stopped me in the tracks. “Ahhhhh Ravi….you motherfucker….who will fuck me here……you motherfucker…who will fuck your Deepa, …your mother…you bastard………Sale iss choot ki main kia karun? (What should I do about my cunt?)” I found her lying on bed spreadeagled, her thighs open wide, her puffy cunt stuffed with her rubber cock, her one hand cupped her huge boobs and rubbing her brown nipple. Deepa had closed her eyes.She ran her hand over her perky breasts and down her flat. He asked if I would join them for breakfast tomorrow morning at his place. I responded, “I’ll be there.”The next day I arrive at his house in the morning. He opens the door. He was clearly on cocaine. He mentioned that he’s been using her nonstop till an hour back. I’m giving her an hour of a break before the next round. I popped into the bedroom.I saw her lying to her side on the bed with her back facing the door. Fresh cum was dripping down her pussy and a cute pink buttplug was inserted into. I took a chance and opened the door just a few inches and I could tell it was Mary. I opened the door just a little further and saw that Stephan had my wife bent over the table. He was plowing into her very hard and Mary was face down into a pillow, trying to muffle her groans. My view was from the back and I watched Stephan's ass cheeks tightening up every time he rammed into Mary. I saw her legs spread wide and I could see juices running down her legs. She was screaming into the pillow.I.