Jen still was nowhere to be found.“I never should have let Morgan bring Daryn,” she said sadly.“It’s not your fault,” I whispered. “You di...n’t know what she was up to.”“No, but I should have guessed,” she said ruefully.Beast listened intently, but didn’t offer much to the conversation, until the end.“You ever wonder why Morgan hates you so much?”“All the time,” I whispered in frustration.“You should probably get to the bottom of that,” he nodded sagely.He was probably right, but for now, I had. I didn't need it. His words turned into a low groan. I moved forward and in one magnificent, triumphant lick, my tongue drew across my first cock as I tasted its sweaty saltiness, its raw power. I liked it. He started giving me some instruction, but I had some idea of what I wanted to do."Wrap your lips around the head." I stuffed its girth into my mouth and sucked hard. I allowed my tongue to dance up and down until it was slick with my saliva. He told me he hadn't come in a while. He was. He slowly took the finger out and licked her pussy with all his tongue, loving the taste of it on the back of his tongue. He took that finger and traced it around her ass hole, "No, nothings ever..ahh!" She whispered loudly as her brother's finger penetrated her ass hole, it only hurt her for a split second before she loved it and raised her ass up to allow him easier access, "Yessss, bro!"She was moaning louder and louder, still trying to muffle them, but on the verge of screaming as her. I kissed cheek and said, aaj ke baad tum tabhi nahaogi jab mein kahoonga. Kal yahi dress pehen kar aana, samjhi. Nahaana mat.” And I left her groaning in heat and lust. The bitch was mine. My wife and I left to office and that ended TuesdayOn Wednesday morning, as the door again the bell rang. I knew it was Shanti and had readied for my bath and was in my towel. My wife opened the door and let Shanti in. As my wife explained the lunch packing to her, Shanti stared at my muscular chest and broke.