-- Bullshit! You can teach her so much more than she'll learn on her own with BOYS — at least for years.-- Teach her, but not by demonstration.-- Wh... not? It isn't incest! Not incest! Not incest!-- "..."The angel had no reply for that. She was a woman and I was a man. She isn't my daughter, I'm only married to her mother. We do love each other. Finally the angel spoke up again, but only in a whisper as he faded out:-- Talk to her first then. Tell her you are doing this out of love, and for her. All it does is further arouse some of them and through the blood rushing in my ears, I realise someone is calling my name. “Alexandra.” My head instinctively turns towards the man who’s called my name. I don’t recognise him. I don’t recognise anybody… “Ah, good. You’re awake. It’s good to finally have you with us!” Like everyone else, he is naked. I quickly pull my eyes away from his erect cock, although not before noticing there’s a silver ring at the base of it. I find him staring at me. Mia stands up and just walks to the bar, both of us just staring; not moving as if ordered to wait. She leans over the bar and whispers something in the bartenders ear. They both laugh and Mia leans in and kisses the bartender spreading her dark red lipstick with an active tongue. She presses hard and says "now that's a tip" and then just goes and sits at out table saying "another round!"Awestruck we pause and then come to our senses and tuck our exposed Cocks away and simultaneously head to. .Tab tak bahar ses aawaj aayi beta itni raat tak nahi padhte hai so jaa. meri sis chali gayi.aur dusre din raat ko wo kewal jeans paint aur t-shirt pahni hui thi, jisse uska cleavage saaf dikh rakha tha. is samay raat ke 11 baj rahe the. mai padh raha tha. usne meri kitab band kar di. aur pucha.sis: mai kaisi lag rahi hu/me: kyo.sis: bhaiya………!Me: achchhi lag rahi ho.sis: apko mujhse kitni sharm aa rahi hai.me : bahut.sis: bhaiya sharm mai bhaga deti ho.me: kaisesis: (usne apne shirt ki do.