They loved to talk about art, about philosophy, and the tree took such delight in listening to them. They spoke in a way with which he had no familiar...ty, with enthusiasm. They were of the same pleasant disposition as the tree, they didn’t speak negatively and they were never upset. He didn’t have any real grasp of what was boring or interesting, he just loved everything they had to say. Their voices hit his bark and reverberated inside his trunk, all the way up to his skyward branches and. ”Molly looked at her dad and then behind her at David before turning back to her dad.“Does mum do this?”“She does, sometimes, and she loves it too,” replied Mike.Mike then turned to David and told him to take it very slowly, no sudden thrusts. David understood and slowly he eased his cock into Molly’s arse.“Relax, Molly, let it slide inside,” said Mike encouraging and reassuring her.Molly listened to her father and let her brother’s cock slide into her bum. If mum did it, then she could as. The flat had obviously been converted from the roof space, as the ceilings sloped down at opposite ends of the room to about three feet from the floor. A bed was tucked under one, with a dormer window just over it. She had lots of bookcases and even some books, but most of the shelf space was housing various ornaments, photos, and even a pair of Ballet shoes. There were two chairs either side of an electric fire which was fixed to the wall opposite the kitchen. Between the door to the kitchen. Main dabe paon Shobha ke room se nikla. Fir backdoor se bahar nikal kar samne se ghar mein enter hua.Maine sasu maa ko nasmaste kiya aur baith gaya. Shobha ne mujhe dekhi aur uth gayi aur kaha, “Main zara fresh ho kar ati hun.” Main Shobha ko dekh raha tha. Woh jaise hi apne room ke darwajay par gayi, mujhe dekha aur smile karne lagi.Aj uss ke chehre par ek ajeeb se change feel kar raha tha main. Par dil hi dil dar bhi laga tha ke woh uss bra aur panties ko dekh kar bura na man jaye. Woh room.