She watched helplessly as her father entered the house where he and she used to live. He closed the door behind him as a crash came through the window... The thing looked like a big bird to her at first, and then it transformed. She watched as her father turned and pulled his gun on the thing. Then the thing took shape. It was a woman, tall, sensual, seductive. Her father emptied his service revolver into her at point blank range, and still she came toward him. The look in her eyes was one of. In these 2 years, we became good friends from strangers. She could be said to be the only female friend I was comfortable talking just like I talked with my male friends. Are friends also joked about us to be dating each other which was not true but we all took it sportily.Pooja was wheat complexioned and was slim. She did had curly hairs and her nature was very bubbly. Her curly hairs suited her moody behavior and sometimes used to get angry even on lame jokes. But she had a killer smile.. And sometimes she was that little girl who hid behind her mother peeking out at the stranger. She was susceptible to being overly self-conscious, so he indulged her whims. To him she was someone who would always love him, accept the imperfect him, understand the confused him, even when he was the wrong him, because that was the only version she knew how to be. “You’re my favorite,” he said offhand. “Favorite?” “Yeah,” he stammered. “My favorite lips to kiss. My favorite name to see appear on. We got mom on floor and naked. Shanta was sucking mom’s pussy and I an bholy were sucking mom’s boobs. Mom started to moan and moving her hips up as Shanta was licking mom’s pussy. Then Bholy sat on mom’s face n let her suck her pussy. Then Shanta got up n left and went into her room and brought dildo. It was 9” made of jell. It felt like real cock. She pushed in mom’s pussy slowly. Back n forth mom started to moan louder. Bholy was off her face. Mom was pushing her pussy up as dildo go in her.