.uuuuiiiii me aaaiiiiii…aur me jhad gai…..mera bhai meri behan kmuh me jhada ….kirti to lund ka ras p ke aur nashe me aa gai aur mje dhakka deke... boli-“chal hat rand ..tune to fadwa li apni chut…ab me apni chut ka bhosda banwaungi…..Kirti-aja mere gaandu bhai…teri randi behna chut kholker kahdi hai…Meri behan ne mere bhai ka lund chusker use jaldi kadak kar diya tha ab mera bhai kirti ko chodne ja rha tha…Kirti-sale bhenchod …chod na kya gaand marwa rha hai bhosdike….la lund aur dal chut. Her dress raised above her breasts. She took his hand and kissed the fingers that had so recently delved into her most personal realm. Then that look again, innocent despite the events. There was a slight question in her eyes and a little fear in her lips. "Dan wanted me to do this. He's the one that invited you."Bob continued to lift her dress past her lips, past the eyes and over the head. She pulled her elbows down and her hands up to her shoulders. Partly out of a chill and partly out of. United.“Yes, yes, that's it,” Querciola purred, stroking our hair, my fiery locks and Keily's auburn strands. “And before I take my leave of you, I wish a taste of your incestuous love.”Keily pulled her lips from the fey's breast and grinned up at her. “Isn't that already covering your face?”“Oh, this was a wonderful treat,” the fey said, being at us, our futa-cum still dripping down her features. “But I need it in my pussy.”“You don't mean...?” Such hopeful joy burst across Keily's face while. "why do you think so?". Im always having a weird dream of being ****d." a dream is nothing but a dream". "but I can taste cum every morning, can you sleep with us because I think my son sleeps too hard to hear my screams for help."maybe your just drinking something to make you dream of those things, I mean you're not having some sex for so long."the only thing I drink is the pills for my sons project.My aunt then approached me, and asked me if I know anything , I just answered no . She then.