He got to know more about the townspeople as many of them were customers who came to the shop. Some were adults. Some were young kids. Some were kids ...is age. Some of the teenagers would talk to him as he was the new guy and he told them that he was born in Constantinople's Lot and told them his surname.The teenagers didn't recognize his surname as it was his father's surname but they knew his mother's surname as her grandparents were still around and living in Constantinople's Lot. Charles's. Even his wife, Sheila, or his next-door neighbor's luscious young daughter, Julie, couldn't compare to the succulent, satiny fire of his own beautiful daughter.Now Mark pierced deeper, feeling the resistance of her cherry, a thin membrane. For one long moment Marsha cried out and quivered her silken nakedness furiously as he pierced it. Then her father plunged his middle finger in as deep as he could into her tight, silken cunt. Marsha began fucking his stroking finger to a frenzied rhythm,. Her eyes were tired. Cheeks thathad once burst with colour were now splotched and pallid. There was nosmile on her lined face. The corners of her mouth were turned down.She cradled the parcel as a mother would cradle a child. She rememberedthe very first time he had tried to latch on, searching, struggling,crying. Her nipple had comforted him then. Her breasts were useless now.She slowly moved into the modest living room. She remembered that, inthis room, he had first crawled, first stood, and. Usne kahan ki bhabhi ka ek diamond ka necklace nahi mil raha hain aur unhoney mujhe khijne bulaya hain… maine socha ki itna kimti necklace ke ie mujhe kyun bulaya.. main unke room mein gaya toh dekha ki unka bacha soya hua tha aur woh usko doodh pila rahi thi apney boobs sey.. mujhe dekh kar unhone smile kia aur apne pass baithney ko kahan..main baith gaya aur bhaiya ke lie pucha.. toh bhabhi boli “har samay bhaiya bhaiya kya karte hoo..main tumko nazar nahi aati kya”… maine kahan “nahin aisi.