.Phir mi ek kutte ki tarah choot ko sunghne la uhh itni mast aur madd smell thi . Bata nahin sakta wo choot ko aur khol di meri zaban choot ke ander g...usi jarahi thi …Aur chootgili hoti jarahi thi .. Achanak bhabhi apni chut ko pere muh per ghumane lagi mera chera pura choot ke pani se gila hogaya ..Phir bhabhi ne kaha naheed tera lund dede ab mujhe raha nahin jata raja oooh tu bahut maze detare uhhh tere bhaiya bas yesab nahi karte ooh raja abruka nahi jata …Abbhabhi sudhe bed per let gain. She was drawn into them, as if there were something familiar there. Something about the victim, or about the alley, or the light . . . No, not the light, she thought, the lighting is all wrong, it should be darker. Her mind flashed with the image of herself standing in the alley, as it was in the picture, but she was not herself. She was the same woman she had seen in the mirror in her bathroom the night before. She was looking down on the dead body, outside of the light cast by the street. You’ve just shown me that you’re well on the way to becoming the man that I hope you’ll be. Now I’m only going to say this once, but it needs to be said just so that there is no misunderstanding between us. I approve of you son, and as much as I don’t like to think that my little girl is growing up and that she is becoming a young woman,” he stopped and sighed. “Or rather that she already is a young woman,” he corrected himself whith a rueful shake of his head.“I realize that she set her sights. Since now, she only wore short skirts with no panties her pussy was easily accessible and whenever I felt like it I just reached up under the skirt and rubbed it. We would fuck in every conceivable position and room more so after we put Cindy to bed at night. I would send her to work with a load of sperm which would be dripping from her pussy and I would tell her not to clean it up. She would get turned on so much that usually she would call me from the office to tell me how wet and horny she.