My father went near bhabhi and pulled the towel she was wearing.gayathri bhabhi was stunned by this. My father said feel free don’t be shy . Just be...as u like .Bhabhi said ok and started explaining my father went behind bhabhi very closely.my bhabhi was quiet . Father said to continue her explanation. My was listening to her but his hand rubbing her thighs .bhabhi said papa what r u doing . My said just seeing ur smooth skin . He kissed her neck and his right went and cupped her right breast. . and left not a drop of cum!"I look at him in terror as he pulls down his pants and push me on the floor. I have to climb under the table to start making him hard. His dick is not even half erect yet, but already twice the size of my own. I gently touch his balls, but he laughs and tells me how he is now posting my wife with name and all, so I better get serious. He pulls my close to his crotch and slaps my face hard with his cock.I starts to nervously lick his dick, but he loses his patience. “Oh Parthiv,” Vasudha screamed and swung her head either sides while his tongue danced inside, lapping and licking. Parthiv’s dick kept growing menacingly listening to his mother’s vociferous moans and his tongue went about inside the pussy like a trained dog. Vasudha shook and her juices began flowing into her son’s mouth. Her legs wrapped around her son’s shoulders and held him in a tight leash.No sooner did Parthiv get up, his eyes reached to her tits, which swelled in and out keeping pace. "What do you want back slave boy?" Your finger sir." Where do you want my finger?" In my ass sir." I want you to say 'Please sir, please my I have you finger back in my boycunt.'"My heart thumps hard. I already feel degraded and humiliated but sayinglike that would make it feel even worse but I can't help it. I need thatfinger back in my hole."Please sir, please may I have your finger back in my boy cunt," I pant.The finger is back, it goes in deep but instead of finger fucking me it.