Mein bola “kya hua”.. Toh boli “kya kar raha hai tu.. Koi dekh lega pagal”..means unko mere pakdne se koi problem nahi thi.. Mein bola “bas ...alas aa raha hai toh aapko pakad k khada hu”..Aur wapas hug kar k baate karne laga..unse pucha nani aur princess kaha hai toh boli mandir… Mein bola accha hua.. Woh has dii.. Unki puri gand mere lund pe mujhe feel ho rahi thi.. Obviously unko bhi lund mera feel ho raha hoga.. Ab woh bhi mera lund koh feel kar rahi thi .. But kuch dikha nahi rahi thi ..mein. She quickly unhooked Jane’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Suddenly, her nostrils were filled with a familiar aroma. Shona tongued and sucked Jane’s wetness through her knickers, tasting her for the first time in three years. Her passions began to overtake her actions. She grabbed at Jane’s wet knickers, ripping them from her body. Jane grabbed Shona’s head, pulling her hungry mouth towards her pussy. She screamed as Shona’s tongue plunged deep into her, spreading her moist lower lips as. “Good morning aunt Darla.” I said to her as I had a grin from ear to ear, and while my cock was still inside my mom’s pussy. Then Darla said, “Obviously, a good morning to you as you have your cock inside of my older sister, your mother!” Then my mom said, “Why not sis? Last night, my son fucked you. Now it’s my turn to have some of his seed.” “You mean Doug told you about us?” aunt Darla asked. Then my dad replied, “Yes, he did. “We knew there was a reason you were walking kind of funny. I had checked her out in my rear view mirror to see if I had been correct in my quick assessment. Indeed, she was a nubile young woman with big boobs, a small waist, and very pretty face. I looked at her in that order. She was wearing a faux fur coat with a skirt and low cut shirt underneath. She told me the sad story about her car breaking down on her way home from work and blah, blah, blah. I'm sure she said a lot but my eyes were locked on her bountiful breasts. I'm usually able to keep my.