Ek din meri chachi raat ko chachi apni choti beti ke sath soyi huyi thi. Mera room chachi ke room ke sath vala tha.main us raat chupke se chachi ke pa...s ja kar uske boobs ko dekh raha.tabi chachi ki ankh khul gayi.vo mujhe dekh kar boli kya kar rahe ho yahan par. Main bola kuch nahi aur vahan se chala geya.raat ko main muth maar ke so geya. Next day cchachi upper vale kamre main kapde press kar rahi thi.ghar main koi nahi tha tabi main bi upper vale kamre main geya aur chachi ke pass baith. ” The strong soothing hands felt wonderful on her body and, when Sergio squirted warm oil into the small of her back, she sighed happily. He worked in silence for the next ten minutes, the room quiet except for the soothing jazz coming out of his portable CD player. His hands worked on the area just above her waistline and he asked softly, “Is this where you’re stiff?” She murmured her assent. As his fingers pressed firmly into her lower spine, she flinched a little as a small stab of pain. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not claiming to be the most fantastic fuck in the world, but I know what I like, I enjoy what I do… and I always have a ‘positive end result’ ;-) I took it upon myself, as any good little slut should, to research exactly what it took to be a mistress. As with any fetish it ranged from simple spanking and bondage to full on foot worship and arse fucking. On the evening ‘Butler’ was due round I made sure I had a range of oils, scarves, handcuffs, a belt and a dildo (just. But,” Sandra continued, “I don't care whose sperm entered and fertilised my egg. All I want to know is that it could only be Reg's or Ron's ...”“... and that's all that I care about, too.”“Reg, Ron, can you two live with that?”, my mum wanted to know.“Yes. I think that that is a logical consequence of our proposed life style. I'll love the children of both my wives, without worrying if it was my sperm or Ron's that fertilised their eggs.”“I feel the same way.”“Well. I think that that is.