It was a nice hotel and we had a room on a high floor. “We’ll probably be able to see the fireworks downtown,” I said. “Even if we can’t h...ar them.”I took her hand and guided her to the small sitting area and the large window looking south.“What’s in here?” she asked playfully.She walked to the open bedroom door. I followed her. She stopped at the foot of the king-sized bed. I took her hands and stepped closer to her. We stared at one another for a second. Then we kissed. I put my arm. Placing the skins before them she sat also and removed a few items to munch upon. Bread and salt were among the things exchanged between the three males. A ritual from another time and another land but one to show peaceful intent and the absence of malice. Remaining silent and listening to what was being said she watched as well, trying to let nothing slip her notice. The respect that the two leaders of her people paid to this shaggy haired, shabbily dressed male. The ease with which he. I used to sleep with her in same room from my child hood as she has fear to sleep alone , our usual routine is like she used to come from work ( most of time wears saree) and we talk about daily stuff and sleep till six months before I had no intension or lust on her one day during surfing I came across this site and I read couple of incest stories and I started imagine mom son incest sex, later that day for first time I decided to sniff her bra and pantyAfter coming from office she used to put. . could it be possible that Randy was home? He wasn't supposed to be home for a few days! Well, hopefully it was him, she prayed that it wasn't a burglar!She let herself into her studio cautiously and was immediately relieved to see Randy sitting in a chair reading some manuscripts."Oh, so you're home," he said a little coldly."Yes Randy, surprise, surprise, didn't expect you for a few days," she replied with equal distance."Where have you been?" he demanded, exercising his husbandly rights."I.