Long dark brown hair cascading passed her shoulders. Her crystal clear blue eyes could command total devotion from any submissive or wench. If one wou...d see her in vanilla attire, one's thoughts would conjure up a Texas cheerleader. The kind of clean-cut gal that you would want to bring home to mom. When dressed in her red and black corset, thigh high black nylons attached to the corset's garters, and her hair slicked back in a aggressive professional style, she was no longer the cheerleader.. “Since it’s already late, I think we’d better shower together.” At his suggestion Delisha dropped the towel. “In that case,” she grinned, “C’mon in!” Later, gathered around the picnic table, Rohit had one arm around Delisha and the other cradling a drink, while Bunty still couldn’t be peeled away from his iPhone. Sheena peeked over his shoulder and asked, “What’s that you’re looking at?” Hiding the screen with his hand, Bunty blushed. “Nothing!” “Oh! I’m sure he’s surfing Savita Bhabhi,”. He took the orange marmalade and I opened the jar containing the lime preserve. "That is too strong for me, especially the thick rind stuff that Mum buys." It's the one I prefer," said Dad, scooping out a generous portion and depositing on the first slice of toast."What about Mum, which one does she prefer?" I asked. Strangely given the number of breakfasts we'd shared I didn't know. I couldn't actually remember her ever putting marmalade on her toast."She doesn't like either variety,". A dozen thrusts was all it took to send her over the edge. "OH, YESSSSSSSSS, I'M CUM..CUM..CUMMING! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME HARDER!" And did I ever! "Good work, son," my father said. "She can take a lot. Keep poking her."Mom shrieked as her sons' tongue's pulled her trigger. Tom was eating cum out of her pussy while Clark and Jeff sucked noisily on her tits. Dad squatted over her head and dropped his floppy cock in her mouth to muffle her howls.I was very pleased with myself for giving my sister.