He wouldn’t let me go. I loved it. His big hands gripped my body a bit tighter. It felt like I was going to melt right there. His hands went into my...panties. I gasped; I never let a guy touch me before. Let alone my own brother. He started to rub my clit gently. I began to moan. I tried not to but it felt too good. I knew if I would have moaned he would have stopped. I tried to keep it in but I let it out. My heart began to race. “Ahhhhh, Jon it feels so good,” I moaned.“I know it does sis,” he. 42 posi rear-end, 16 inch speedline wheels, stainless manifolds, sports exhaust, air conditioning, power windows, power steering, power brakes, and it only has fifteen thousand miles on it."Then Jen and Kim driving the Mercedes pulled in and I knew this had to be some kind of girl conspiracy because all the girls were grinning like Alice's Wonderland Cheshire cat. I should have known something was up earlier when Pat had told me that Dana planned on picking up Vicky from high school that. Tariq opened his eyes to a determined crowd struggling to get closer to him. “Quickly,” he told Vasilla as he spotted the white Mercedes with its white curtains. Vasilla held open the door. The crowd enveloped the car shouting “Zindabad!” with the same force. Sick of it all, Tariq closed his eyes to erase the sight. He caught cheeks and noses pressed upon the glass. With a quick swipe of his hand he jarred the side curtain. He looked up front. The windshield became a portrait of pressed hands. So I quickly installed an app on his mobile phone. This app gave me an access to his phone from my computer. So I went to my room after the breakfast and opened my computer.I searched my father’s mobile and checked his WhatsApp messages. And I was shocked to see all his chats with Manish. My dad and my cousin were having chats about how to fuck my mother in different positions. He was also sharing my mother’s nude pics and all kinds of videos with him (about which I will explain later).I was.