. and it exploded.And the world changed.* * * * * * * *A gravelly female voice said, "Christ, Berty ... "And that bell rang in my soul that had rung t...ice before. And I knew ...I was Berty." ... are you okay? Ramona, ya dumb bitch, you gotta watch where you'regoing!"A skinny Latina, who hadn't been there before, who I had never met, inhaircap, white T-shirt and black jeans - the kitchen outfit - gave me agrin both sheepish and apologetic, and grabbed one arm to help me up,with the owner of. "Are your nipples always so hard?"Karen looked at Bill's smiling face, "How did we get so comfortable with each other so fast?" asked Karen in bewilderment. "I don't even know you."Bill was just as amazed as Karen; he only wanted to meet her and know her better. Now he was commenting on her breasts, and she had touched his cock, albeit through his shorts."I can't answer that," said Bill, "at least not yet, but I don't want whatever this is to end."Karen felt the same way, but the suddenness of. .at ease she was with incest. I had birthed. She had come out of my body. And now she sucked on my futa-dick.“Mmm, Natti tastes so good on your dick, Mother,” she purred. “You have a yummy pussy, Natti.”“Thanks,” my secretary said, her voice a little strained.I groaned again as my daughter's tongue swirled across the crown of my dick. She bathed it, making my pussy clench. Such delight rippled through me. I couldn't believe how amazing this was. My little girl stroked my pussy-soaked cock. I than asked her to step infront of me and stand facing the door since ours was next station and I stood behind her, again as per common practice of local trains in Mumbai. Slowly the rush at the door increased as the station neared and I was again pushed on her, this time on back. My Dick was on her buttocks and I was having a great feeling about the soft touch. The train stopped (as always) just before the station.The force behind me increased. R adjusted herself when the train stopped and.