“There you go baby. Taste him. I want you to taste Jay’s sperm. I bet it is sooo good. Sorry, it is mixed with the butter but I needed something t... help me fit that huge black dick in there,” I encouraged Tim to feast on my anal creampie.At first Tim moved his head back and forth in resistance before sticking his tongue in my gooey, stretched asshole. He succumbed to his own excitement and began to lick Jay’s tacky seed that had been deposited not less than 30 minutes before, in the searing. Main chandigarh me rahta hoon mere ghar me meri ek choti bahen aur mere Dad or Mom rahte hain my dad is a gov. Servent and we are living in gov, house. Yeah ek real incident hain jisne meri life ko hi change kar diya.Lets start the story now, garmi ke din the main aur meri choti bahen reema garmi ke karan niche lete hue the us time meri age 19 saal ki thi aur meri bahen 18 ki uske boobs bahut hi acche the ek bum perfect round boobs abhi jyada bade nahin the shyad 32 hoge lekin uske gand boobs. She wiggled her hips and her dress fell down to her knees. She worked the cotton fabric past her legs, shifting, her big boobs dancing while Mrs. Armstrong’s green eyes watched with smoldering heat.Mom threw her skirt to the side. She wasn’t wearing panties beneath her skirt. She had a black bush, showing off her true hair color. It was a delicious sight, her pubic hair wild and naughty. Clint wouldn’t let her shave it.“Don’t you want to eat this cunt?” Mom asked as she bent over me, shaking. He wasn't amused. Lately, he had stoppedasking why and was starting to look frustrated. "I know, I know. I'ma bad wife. I'm a bad pregnant lady."She laughed. "You just have to pull off the Band Aid already. Stopbeing a jackass." I smiled. With that, I knew that I was in trouble.Monday morning, Danny and I were eating breakfast. "I'm doing ittoday," I said."Really?" he said, clearly not believing me."I'm serious," I said. "I mean it. Look at my outfit." I was wearinga blue and white.