As Julie and I now lived (and loved) in what had been the sitting room, we spent much of our social time in the kitchen. It was also one of the easies... rooms to keep warm, once we had rigged some cardboard up against the big window as extra insulation.Malcolm stayed with Sian most nights; sometimes the two of them slept over at his house. The two of them settled into a comfortable relationship with the three of us; when Malcolm was about our conversation didn't have the intimacy and sexual. I grunted as Cyndi took hold of my cock, slowly bringing it around in big circles.Cyndi ran her thumb sensuously over the head of my prick as she milked a drop or two of pre-cum out of it. She'd been turning me on all day and I was ready to cream for her. But Cyndi would no doubt tease me further before letting me cum. I didn't know if she wanted to go all the way, maybe that kind of incest would have been too much for her. But I was aching to put my cock in her mouth and cunt, and creaming now. Mom sit very slowly first and half of the tool entered into the hairy pussy of my mom she said “it is paining now ,it can’t go further into me”. Suddenly muthu held mom’s waist and pushed her downwards. My mom and muthu roared loudly.I understand that the tool is disappeared into my mom’s little pussy. My mom fell down to the body of muthu. Then muthu caught her head and started to kissing her. He then started to fuck her. Without wasting any time Shiva came behind her and started to lick her. Fortunately, the sound of the horn panicked our assailants who beat a retreat in (what else?) a battered white Ford Transit van. A witness got the number, but it wasn't much help as the van was found later that morning, abandoned in a supermarket car-park. We never did get to the bottom of that event; it could have been that the pimp had tracked her down somehow. I think that, somehow, her step-father had been tipped off, and had either known about the pimp and got him to act, or had himself.