I looked down at my shorts to see that I had been sporting a huge boner. How was I enjoying this? My sister was being violated. I am a sick son of a b...tch. But I couldnt help it. My dick was raging in my shorts. I heard movement and I refocused on what was happening in Allies bed. Allie had climbed back up to Curt and began to kiss him passionately. Curt kept his hands on her head and massaged it through her curly, blond hair as he shoved his tongue down her throat. Their naked bodies were. She slid herself down to the floor, shucking the gown as she went. On her knees now presenting her lovely soft arse to the a****l.He took no time working out his next move, with a scrabble he leapt on her tearing free from his master`s grasp and forcing the tip of the red tool into her in a hole in one go. Harry took her place on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Sandy`s tits swinging in time to the trusts of her brown hairy lover, his forelegs clasping her round the waist and drool dripping on her. Tina’s eyes opened with a twinkle. “You don’t like it? That’s Weezer! They’re a garage band!”“A garbage band? How appropriate?” he replied.Tina laughed. “Garage, Sam! God, you really are old!” Sam laughed in response, and Tina persisted. “What do you listen to?” she asked.“Me? Country.”“Ack! What, maybe you play the songs backwards and your girlfriend, dog, and pickup truck all come home?” she teased.Sam snorted and answered in a deep Southern drawl, “Damn Yankees! Nuthin’ but a dam bunch uv. Ek 70 varshacha mhatara zopla hota. To chehrya varun chun chunit vatat hota. Pan tyala aajibat halta yet navte. Tyane pivlat rangacha zaga ghatla hota to jara bhad dhakat pan pot thoda sutlela hota. Tyala takkal hote. Dadhi thodi vadhli hoti. Galyat mala vaigare hotya. Aajubajula khup jadibuti aani aaushadha hoti. To halu halu kahitari bolu lagla. Tyacha awaj aaikun ek mhatara aat aala. To kadkya hota. Tyala neet disat nasave. To aala. To babashi marathi tunch bolat hota. Baba tyachyashi modkya.