Foster’s tongue on her hairless, little pussy. “Yes, Mr. Foster. Pleasssss…” she begged.With a finger from each of his hands Dave opened up th... pretty, pale flower of Chloe’s heated pussy, a trickle of her juices trailed out of her tight hole and her hard clit stood proudly out for beneath its hood. He licked his lips, his mouth was watering. He extended his neck and gave a quick peck to the small, hollow areas between her hot groin and her slender thighs and felt her shudder with each kiss. He. Usually she either said what was on her mind, or she didn’t say anything at all. ‘Um . . .,’ she continued. It must have been a particularly sensitive topic. Nothing to do but just wait for it to arrive. ‘What if somebody wanted to live her life a certain way,’ she said, finally, keeping her eyes directed toward the window to emphasis the hypothetical nature of her speculation, ‘and she made herself a promise that there would be certain things that she’d never share with anyone, unless she was. .. ah... Akka... can’t hold back much longer... I... I ...I’m gonna come,” Ravi groaned suddenly. “Ah... uhhh... aahh... urrhh... feels... soooo guddd,” he moaned, his buttocks tightening as he pumped faster to flood his sister’s womb with potent sperm. Kavita sighed happily, her heels digging into her brother’s back to keep him inside her as he filled her belly with his seed. “Akka, I’ll make you pregnant again if you do that!” Ravi exclaimed. “Umm ... mmm ... it’s just what I’m hoping for,. ”“We’re never going to find a twelve-bedroom house,” Beca said.“Six-bedroom is doable,” Remas said. “How many bedrooms do you really need?”“We need more bathrooms than bedrooms,” I said. “Or rooms for putting on makeup and clothes.”“Closets, speaking of clothes,” Desi said. “Remember, I grew up in a house that was half closet. A girl needs her clothes.”“Costumes,” Livy snorted. “We don’t need a house; we need a theater.”“There’s a thought,” Beca said.“Big kitchen and a stove with at least six.