His cock was massive. He would pull it all the way out then slam back in to Lori's dripping hole. I let my fingers slide underneath the band of my pan...ies. My fingers reached my hot cunt. I was really wet. I didn't understand why I was turned on by incest, but I was. I gently let my finger rub over my wet slit. Charlie had flipped his mother over and was now fucking her doggy style. He was bracing himself with one hand and the other hand was pulling her hair. Lori was rubbing her clit. He slowly bent down, placed his head inside her saree, and reached her breasts under those cotton folds. He seemed to take the nipple and sucked in. Riya felt the flow of milk into his lips. She caressed his hair on the back of his head and pulled him close to her. He pulled her flesh into his teeth gently and sucked her nipple hard with his lips. He took her nipple this time and bit its tip slightly. Riya drew her head back and closed her eyes. Her grip on his hair tightened. He occasionally. As I take the stairs two at a time I undo my tie, leaving my rucksack and suit jacket hung on the banister post. You are wrapped in a big fluffy towel covering your gorgeous breasts and most of your milk chocolate skin. “Oh, hello, Tiger,” you say with a startled tone, you stop in your tracks and I take you in my arms. Kissing you firmly on your lips, my hands moving up and down your back. You pull me close to you so you can smell my manly musk from a days work; my hand grabs your succulent. The troops don’t like riding in it, but they don’t complain because everyone is taking turns in fifteen minute stints. At the valley entrance they stop to change gunners as the platoon leader hands over control of the machine-gun to Private Mason and the commander sits in the Jeep’s shotgun seat. When the patrol enters the large front yard of the farm Thistledown the two troop transports swing out to the flanks and the Jeep takes the central slot when they head for the house. The leader senses.