Taking a sip, it was time for her usual damage report. Sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter was the answering machine for her phone, with severa... messages waiting for her to hear. Thinking it was better to get it over with, she pushed the button marked ‘play’. With a long beep, it began the recordings.“This is an automated message. Your cellular balance is at zero dollars. Please make a deposit to avoid overdraft fees.” Well, that one’s not so bad.The next few messages were roughly of the. She handed over a cover to me.Me: (surprised) What is this?Mom: Priya loves pootharekulu( also known as paper sweet and are famous in Andhra Pradesh). Give it to ‘her’.Me: Okey. Bye.Mom: All the best!Railway station was fully crowded because of Krishna Pushkar. I got into my train and compartment is fully packed. I went to my berth and thought of sleeping early. I was unable to sleep as Priya was all over my mind. More than my interview my stay with Priya excited me.She is the daughter of my. I blasted Shellie right in the face with my cum. Three long streams and two short ones. Shellie was covered with my man juice. When I had pumped all that I could out, Shellie looked up at me and just started laughing.“What’s so funny?” I asked, feeling myself go limp.“You. I knew that you would not be able to wait.” Shellie said, still laughing.“Well, excuse me for being so aroused.” I said.“You’re excused,” Shellie answered as she tried to wipe her face off the best she could.“Well, thank. Tabatha gives me a sexy look and clambers across the bed on all fours and straddles my cock with her pussy. She brings her face up to mine and kisses me again. I put my arms around her delicate shoulders and give her a hug. She feels wonderful. I feel like her boyfriend. It’s weird to feel that way about my sister. She reaches back with her hand to fondle my cock, which is rock hard again. She lays it down on my stomach and grinds her pubic bone against it. I feel her pussy lips on the.