I did not even notice that my sister had stopped calling me to tell me about her travels.Last spring I rushed to my sister’s place and found she was...no longer able to take care of herself. She had the beginnings of Alzheimer syndrome. Physically she was just fine but she had become very forgetful. My first thought was to take her with me where I could care for her but she had planned that she would sell her house and move to an assisted living facility where every day a caregiver would come. Age 35 aur 5’5. Unka figure toh gaandleva tha. 36’34’38. AahhToh baat kuch mahino pehleki hai jab vo kapade sukhane ke liye window par aati me mera sara kaam chodke unhe tadneme lagg jata tha. Vo salwar me rehti thi. Jo ko bohot tight tha. Unke bra ki lignin dikhayi deti thi aut unki balkhati kamar ko jagaruk karti. Jab vo kapde uthane jhukti toh unke boobs ke bich ka nazara dikhayi deta. Me ghurta rejata unhe. Unhone muje ek din tadte hue dekha and gusse se dekha.Me darra nahi. Aur dekhne. I dont dress up like a slut. I like to leave a little to the imagination, however it wasnt long before he was tugging my easy-access dress down over my chest and feasting on my nipples, moaning against them. I ran my hands over the crotch of his jeans, feeling his cock harden under my touch. I had to physically push him away to get what I wanted. I wanted cock, swallowed into my mouth, fucking my throat. I could feel him throbbing through his jeans and boxers and it took me no time to get his. This time Jana went full nympho when she conceived. I wasn’t far behind her. Our first girls were four, so they ended up spending a lot of time with Auntie May so Jana and I could spend as much time fucking Uncle George as was physically possible. He was seventy-four, and he was still strong and healthy for his age. We had both been fucking him every day since Jana came to live with us.When we say he fucked us twice a day, it’s not quite accurate. Actually the “two” was the number of times we.