But we're – uh – gay. The whole family. Oh, fuck, son, I can't hold back!"As he tried to explain himself to me, my elder brother had continued to ...uck down on Dad's hardness until he could take it no more, he started to shoot streams of sticky cum right in his son's face until my brother had a whole mouthful and was dribbling spunk down his chin."Oh boy, that's good," my brother moaned, "Give me your cum, Dad."As my naked brother licked our father's cum off his lips, he tried to explain himself. Her arms gave out from the weakness of her limbs and her head was now horizontal with the bed. Moans escaped her mouth and she started to scream with absolute pleasure. "Fuck that little cunt Jeff. I've been a bad little slut. Treat me like shit and make me beg for mercy." Ashley growled. "Oh yes... Right there. Right. Ugh... There." she sighed and moaned. "I'm so close Jeff. Get me to cum." She said in a breath. I was close too. I felt my balls tighten up, and felt Ashley's pussy tighten up. Had a preseason football game on the TV. The elder Muhammad watched a few plays before begging away to assist his long-time pal with the car he was restoring. The six-foot-five, two-hundred-sixty-nine-pound, caramel-skinned man got back in the vehicle and cranked it up. He looked at his smartphone and saw he had a message from Lou asking him to pick up a dozen eggs on his way home. He texted back letting her know he would.Then, he took out his burner phone. He placed a call to the number. Wo unki servant thi. “Baby kahi aanu?” (Kuch lau?) servant ne pucha.Sneha: “Nako. Aai Baba kuthe aahet?” (No, Thanks. Mom Dad kaha hai?)Servant: “Jhoplet te. Udya sakali 5 vajta flight aahe.” (So rahe hai. Subah 5 baje flight hai)then she asked me “Tumhala kahi aanu ka?” (Aap ke liye kuch laau kya?)Me: “Fakt ek towel dya. Dok Pusaila” (Tuti futi Marathi mein bola) (Ek towel dena. Baal sukhane ke liye)Sneha: “Arre mere pass dryer hain. Chal”She took me to her room. Uska ghar duplex tha. Kafi.