"Well apparently!" Said Rhian. "They're supposed to be some kind of magic, aren't they. I'm sure it's some kind of, some kind of very strange magic." ...rotic magic perhaps," exclaimed Gwyneth. "Haha," laughed Rhian. "Perhaps! From what I remember though, you're not supposed to touch them I think." Why though," Exclaimed Gwyneth, lifting it from her bag and handing it all over. "I feel like I am meant to hold it, it makes me feel happy and connected to everything. The strange part is Rhian, this. Suddenly I thought myself,oh! sucking breasts for milk when I was child was nothing than sucking these lovely girl’s breast. After some moments later, she suddenly put her hand on my jeans and unzipped the chain. She said,”Oh boy, your gun is soo fucking big and hard. Oh fuck let me suck for you.” I said,”yes baby. do it.”And she took my dick into her mouth. Oh when her tongue touched my dick’s head, it was so awesome. In fact I was moaning too. She started to hand job at that time. And it was. Ab jism main tabdelian a raeen theen main kabhi ammi k sath lipat kar soo jata wo aik thori moti aurat hain jis k boobs aur gand main dil karta hai k banda laita rahay.Mujhay maza anay laga aur main lipat kar sonnay laga mera lun sotay huay khara e hota tha ammi b pyar say mujay banhoon main lay leteen aur main mazay leta ab mera lun kafi bara ho chuka tha aik din main apna kam kar k sonnay k leay laita to ammi b a gaeen wo raat sotay huay apni nighty pehn leti hain to woe kia unhoon nay. He stared at a photo of his daughters that sat on his mahogany desk. He grunted, and slammed his fist down. Stonemiller snatched the photo. He looked upon the smooth faces of his daughters, and growled. Sandra was his eldest daughter at 24. She had inherited her mothers looks with her dark red hair and blazing green eyes. In the photo, the straps to her tank top had fallen off of her shoulders. She had a mischievous smile on her milky face. Her figure reminded him of her mother's. She looked.