In fact, when I was born, I hadn’t really known I was a baby! My childhood had been spent sorting all this out. But Angela was different, and she ha... had a different childhood than I. She didn’t have to figure everything out for herself, as I had, and, indeed, was not as capable of that as I. She needed instruction, and I didn’t know where to turn for it. I expressed my concern over this to her one afternoon. ‘Mom . . .’ she said hesitantly. ‘Mom?’ ‘Yes, sweetheart. What is it?’ I encouraged.. A hand slides between my thighs, spreading them, probing my drenched sex. It’s Brian’s fingers slipping, sliding, teasing, making me arch, aching for more. Instead they’re taken away and I moan in protest. A chuckle. “Patience dear. I want Jon to taste.” He slips his glistening fingers between Jonathan’s lips. He responds by grabbing the hand, sucking the fingers clean, moaning. “Nice huh?” Brian says with a smug look. “God, yes,” Jonathan breathes. “Come, feel her with me, babe.” Together they. Magar ye pallu to hata sakti ho.Mummy – Nahi papa ji ise bhi rehne dijiye. Main aise hi theek hu.Dada ji – Dekho bahu agar tumne mera kehna nahi mana. To main kuch bhi nahi khaunga. Aur na hi ye chai piyunga.Mummy – Papa ji ab ye kaise baat hui. Aap aisa mat boliye.Dada ji – To fir mera kehna mano. Aur ye pallu ab nikal do. Meri bahu itni sundar hai. To kya hamesha parde mein hi rahegi. Ya mere marne ke baad ye parda hatega.Mummy – Papa ji ye marne ki baat mat kahiye. Abhi to aapne bohut jeena. I pulled back from the kiss and slid my hand up to her chin."Luci, I have to finish." I meant my work, but I do not think she was following because she seemed more intent on my cock, which had already been oozing for the better part of a half hour."I know, but I want to feel you, taste you, hold you." Her kisses were almost desperate. I caught her hands and stood up."Luci," words were failing me. I wanted Luci to feel me and taste me and hold me. She pulled my hands to her mouth and gently.