He turned to Buckshot. “I’m going to go find Molly and bring her back here. Don’t let this ... this ... this sheep lover out of your sight, do y...u hear me Buckshot?” He turned to Peter. “And you get your butt into town and find the Sheriff and tell him I want that damned sheep farmer arrested for kidnapping my wife!““Jonas...” Buckshot started to plead.“I’ll not hear another damned word!” Jonas thundered. “I run this cursed spread, and you’ll all do as I damned say! Is that clear?“ he screamed.. It was paradise and if we weren't busy making love to each other we were mostly spending time perving on each other. Every change of clothing or visit to the toilet an opportunity to watch and touch each other, intimately.The first night was particularly special and you know that feeling you get when you've wanted it so bad and when it does happen you just never want it to stop. We spent an hour or so exchanging stories and my dick was so wet for her. In fact it was wet all the way through the. However, as soon as I grasped the base of my cock and pointed to the ceiling enjoying the fullness of my shaft that does not allow my fingers to touch my thumb as I grab it, I felt wet warmth on the head and heavy breathing on my fingers. I didn’t even have to look. Chris had snuck into the room and squeezed in between my legs without touching me and was going to town on my meat. It had been over a year since anyone had come on to me. Two years since I’d last gotten some head. I used to. Ye story shaadi se 15-20 din baad ki h. weekend tha. mera bhai business trip se bahar tha. sunday ko subah me gym gya. gym se nikla to socha bhabhi se milte jaun. to me unke ghar chala gya. Bhabhi opened the door ad said “aaiye devar sa. kese ho”. I said “Mast hu. aapki yaad aai to milne chala aaya”.I entered inside and sat on sofa. we started chit chatting. mene bola bhabhi ye kurti me sexy lag rhe ho. she just laughed. wo mere bhatije ko khana khila rhi thi. me sofa me betha tha. wo mere pas.