They designated him to the fitness-training unit. In military language, the fat unit or the fat farm depending on who was interpreting. At the F.T.U.,...he learned how to keep himself physically fit. He liked the running and it was his new creek when he needed peace. The more he became physically fit the less clumsy he was.The last day in F.T.U., his senior drill paid him a compliment, "Nick you have the grace of an expert dancer. In here, use that to the best of your abilities and you will go. One by one they filled my mouth with their huge throbbing cocks. My face was shoved into their balls as they slammed their rock hard cocks into the back of my throat. Then I was picked up and thrown onto the bed. My legs and pussy were hanging off of one side in front of the camera. Then I feel something cold touch my pussy. I look down and see i'm being fucked with a beer bottle, but not with the thin end. The whole bottle was shoved up inside me. All you could see sticking out was the bottle. Phir me uski choot par aaya mene dekha uski choot pehle chudi hui thi meneapni jeeb uski choot me daal di wo siskiya lene lagi phir mene apni ungaliyauski choot me daal di, wo siskiya lene lagi or apne haath mere baalo me phernelagi uske baad uska paani nikal gaya uske paani me se kaafi sexy smell aa rahithi phir usne takiye k niche se delux ka paket nikala, par mene usse kaha issenahi rani aaj tumheMejedaar se karwauga or mene apni paint se mf pan nikala wouse dekh kar khus hui or usne apne. He needed to do something with them.Mom's hands gripped my rump as I leaned over farther. I pressed my breasts into her stomach and pulled Daddy's cock to her pussy. I rubbed him into her auburn bush. I leaned down and lapped at her clit, her silky hairs caressing my chin. Ticklish delight ran through me.This amazing, wild thrill gripped me. “Breed Mommy, Daddy!”“Yes!” he growled and thrust into Mom's pussy. I watched their flesh unite. This was how they made me.Incestuous passion surged.