Before i could understand anything, i had received almost 5-6 slaps on my face with a number of abuse in both hindi and english. In next 5 sec i was o... my knees with no clothes on me and head down with her one leg on my shoulder. She kicked me on my chest which made me fall on my back. In a flash, she was riding me. It was her filthy asshole which sealed my nose with the most hairy pussy on the planet, on my mouth. She was continuously slapping my dick and balls and was fingering my asshole. A quick house tour was done with tons of questions about all the evidence of k**s and a "normal" family.Back in the kitchen I'm finishing the mushroom sauce when Bob starts caressing my breasts from behind, neck nibbling and sliding his hard cock against my ass. Stove off.Bob is dressed from a days work, taking off his clothing took some time. I go directly to his cock with my mouth again. Only this time I plan to finish him off. I start just like the last time working the slit and doing. It was just my sister, hanging off the last rung of the ladder and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She was four. ‘A felony…’ I scratched my head searching for an set of words she’d know. Dad intejected, ‘Felonies are something fun that the government doesn’t want you to do for your own good.’ I clapped my hand over his mouth. Sedition was a felony too, and he had a knack for coming close to that. ‘Daddies just joking. Felonies are bad things. Very bad. You never want to do one.’ My sister. ” They continued to press into his hands while he eased off or pressed harder to control their pace. “ I don’t see how you expect to be much help to me if I can’t even keep you from finger fucking yourselves.” He pulled his hands out suddenly. SMACK, SMACK. Then he put his fingers right back in as before. “What do you have to say for yourselves, ladies?”“We’re sorry!” Stephanie pleaded through heavy breaths. “We can’t help it,” Vicky said defensively. “Please, don’t make us stop. We’ll try to.