Just a few more strokes... And those fingers!”“I'm going to fuck your asshole, too,” I groaned.I heard something from the doorway, almost like a...giggle. My head shot around as I buried my cock into my mother's cunt. My strokes faltered for a moment, my dick remaining buried to the hilt as I saw my sister standing in the doorway.She winked at me and spread her thighs apart. Cum coated them. Her fingers parted her pussy lips. A flood jizz poured out of her snatch. Not my spunk. Dad had already. Ab uncle ko maja aane laga to unhone mummy SE kaha.Uncle- sirf hilaogi meri jaan.Ye kahke uncle be apne pair saamne padi chair PE rakh diye.Ab mummy uncle aur chair ke beech me aake apne.ghutno pe baith gayi.Uncle – choos meri rani , leela chus.Mummy NE uncle ka.lund pakadke supade ko.chuma aur .Uncle – ahhhhhhh ki aawaj nikli aur uncle be mummy ke balo ko pakadke Lund mummy ke muh me ghusa.diya.Ab mummy uncle ka Lund chusne lagi aur aisa lag raha tha jaise wo koi lollipop ya phir ice cream. I'd been stroking only a few minutes when part of a face appeared at the hole watching me. He gestured me nearer and spoke gently that he'd like to join me in my cubicle which I very quickly said yes. When he joined me, he was exactly what I love, a very mature gent, I'd say about 68 years old or so with lovely thinning white hair to my mid 30's. He started fondling me through my french knickers, likewise I unzipped him and started stroking his now slowly hardening cock, which again is what I. She hummed a tune as she checked my credentials.“You made it trough the qualifiersI Great job! You probably heard this all before, but rules are rules. Gotta brief you anyways. Sorry about that.”She smiled apologetically, coughed once and completely changed her demeanor.“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no.