Maine pucha konsi book hai mere ku to dekhao. Chachine boli nehi abhi tum bacha hai maat padho main chachi ka ek nehi sona maine jeed pakad kar baitha... Fir chachine boli lekin kisiku mat batana ki maine tumko book diya. Mere ku ghar ki anadar bolya ghar ki andar chacha chachi ka bedroom thaa maine unka bed pe baith gaya chachi unka darbaza halka band kardiya or door screen full band kardiya. Ek bag mai bhara hua kuch kitab le kar mere paas aya. Mere samne bed pe baith gayi or sare kitab sexy. Amazing….aaaaahhhhh....aaaaaahhhhh….”Cameron kept pounding his dick into my snatch as he emptied his nutsack and reveled in his messy climax. I could feel his hot, creamy semen leaking out of my cunt and dripping onto the floor between my legs….and I was in heaven.My God, it felt great to have a massive cock sliding in and out of my pussy again. My husband’s dick was about 7” long, which was fine….and he did a decent job with it. But having Cameron’s 10” monster inside me again reminded me that. We did love him and in his way, his very own way, we think he loved us. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly, without her. He loved us but we were not Mom. We had a milk cow and from age six I milked. The milk probably saved our lives. When Bessie died we were thirteen. I walked ten miles to the Aaronson farm and in the dark of the night stole one of their hundreds of milk cows. We named her Bessie – we thought all milk cows were named Bessie. ‘Cindy! Don’t ever, don’t ever let. Our driver held the terminal door open for us and out of the corner of my eye I saw Dan eyeing Felicia’s shapely butt. If things worked out the way he wanted, he’d be getting a piece of this long-legged lady before our retreat was over. After seeing her, I wished him well. The door closed behind us and a tall slim man with a full head of snowy-white hair in an elegant, obviously expensive topcoat stepped toward us. Dan turned to him and they shook hands followed by Vernon who did likewise..