I can hear voices of people chatting amiably - western voices, posh voices, voices with an accent - British or American? I see the glow of a fire some...here to the one side. A little further away are the sound of black voices - deeper, faster, more urgent. I hear a dog barking and then I hear an Afrikaans accent when someone orders the person carrying me to put me down. I am suddenly aware of my clothes. I was wearing Jeans with a tight-fitting t-shirt at the braai. I am not wearing my Jeans. I was regularly kicking myself for the missed opportunity dreaming of what it would have been like to play with her sweet little body.But she seemed satisfied with him and he didn't seem to inclined to share his hot teen slut with anyone else, much less her own father. So I had to be content with picturing their sessions in my head, listening through the closed doors as she was used and abused every damn day.So when I came home to what I thought at first was an empty house I didn't think much. I inserted my whole tongue in and started to tongue fuck her. Another idea came to my mind, her juices were flowing all over the place, I wet my finger and started tickling her butt hole. Shia almost jumped on the table on the first touch – maybe she may not have experienced an anal stimulation before. She settled down again and I keep slurping, fucking and licking her pussy like there is no tomorrow all the while tickling her butt hole with my finger till Shia relaxes enough – that I push my. Got to hear you taking it once, that was amazing! You sound so hot when you cum, made me spunk on my carpet while I listened!” He gleefully told her“You shouldn't think of me like that” Anna stammered.“Its a bit late now babe, been thinking of you like this for years!” He chuckled. “Anyway, lets face it all girls want to know what it's like to fuck both brothers. If you ever want to find out, no one would ever need to know”Anna was shocked and spluttered “Don't you have a girlfriend?” “Yes but.