Today, for a change, she wore a trouser suit, white shirt, a pair of 5 inch high heels, g-string and no bra. As she was cruising down the motorway, th... van began to stutter, and as she pulled off onto the hard shoulder, the car died. 'Fuck, ' she thought, as she climbed out of the van and walked to the phone and rang for assistance. Sitting in the van, she was rummaging around and found some hardcore dutch pornographic magazines containing pictures of women being raped. 'No wonder he's like he. Hubby!" I didn't know what to say as my brain scrambled to compile a coherent thought from this overwhelming flood of negative input.Finally, I decided to ask her outright, "Are you really going out to fuck a bunch of guys in some sleazy motel?" as my voice cracked and the knot in my stomach rose into my throat, twisting with a vengeance!"I was hoping you wouldn't be this way,” Sandra said sharply as her serious look took an angry edge, “I mean... really! After watching all those videos of hot. Maine poochha kya baatein karte hai aur kab chodte hai? Boli, uncle jab bhi aate hai to mummy ko chodte hai. Mummy ko rundi,kutiya, haramjadi kahte hai. Didi uncle ki hi beti hai. Uncle didi ko bhi chodna chahte hai, mummy bhi taiyar hai. Mummy ne kaha hai ki jab mauka ho aur ghar khali mile to chod dena. Ek din jab papa ghar par nahin the aur Didi jab soyi rahti hai to uncle ne kai baar uski choochi bhi dabai hai, meri bhi dabai hai. Uncle aksar jab papa dusari sahar jate hai tab aate hai to. "Oh no, he stays here," Joan said with a smirk. She was shoving her shorts down her chubby legs. Like her mother, she didn't wear panties."What are you going to do to him?!" Matilda screamed, her voice filled with panic."What do you do with him?" Nothing. We just hug." Well, I'm not going to hug the little brat. I'm gonna fuck his father and he's gonna watch. Isn't that right, Daddy?" The last was said so sweetly that Matilda cringed as if Joan had scratched her long fingernails on a.