Ranaji held still for a minute and again pumped this time he stayed in and both of them shuddered. Three woman’s toes were tracing line on ranaji’... back helplessly. I knew Ranaji was discharging his load in the girl’s pussy. Then both of them collapsed on the takiya and attempted to catch their breaths. Ranaji was stroking the girl’s ass cheeks.“Ranaji you have really hurt me today, I don’t think I can walk, “she was complaining the way girls like to their lovers about their physical. She lit up like fireworks. I shook, caught her eye, and grabbed her elbow.“Ew, wash your hands first,” she said, as I was flushing with the other hand.“That’s what the shower’s for,” I pointed out with a tilt of my head.“I thought it was for sex,” she pouted. “But OK ... We’ll get clean.”Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear when going into the shower with my brunette bombshell. I pouted this time. and she gave me the finger as we climbed in. Alex and her dad had stocked this room too. There. “Merry Christmas, grandad,” teased my sister, over my mum’s shoulder.“Oh, took him long enough. I knocked your mum up with you on the honeymoon,” he replied, nonchalant.“Pfft. Whatever,” my sister said, rolling her eyes and untangling herself from my mum. She turned to me. “Haven’t you gotten big, little brother.”“Haven’t you gotten BIGGER, big sister.”“Come here.” I stepped forward and my sister hugged me. I was aware of her pregnant belly pushing into me. “Ooh. You’re getting harder and. Molly was drop-dead gorgeous with long blonde hair and the bluest eyes you ever saw. The boys would describe her as built like brick shit house. That meant she had big firm tits and flared hips that indicated she was just made for fucking.Marty Moore was a huge guy built like Greek God with a body that girls drooled over. Molly very subtlety let Mary know if he wanted to fuck her, she was available.Marty had lusted after Molly for some time, but was a bit reluctant, as Tommy was his best.