Phr m ny dad ko kaha next month sy m office join kar loun ga filhall m rest chahta houn. Ghr sub kuch badal chuka tha mom ab jeans nae pahnti the just...shalwar kameez pahnti aur dopta lati . Asy he ak week gozar gaya mom nay kbhe koi sex k ley bat nae ke mujhy bahut harat hwe mom jo mry bagir rah nae sktein qn sex k ley kuch nae kaha rat gozar gai m rat soch lua subha m khud he kuch karon ga. Subha hwe 10 bjy ka waqt tha utha fresh hwa dad office ja chuky thy kitchen m mom nashta bana rahein. I probed outside her panties as I attempted to feel the contours of her slit.“Oh Ted,” she cried as her grip tightened around my engorged cock.As she slowly unzipped me, my cock sprung out like a coiled spring.“Fuck me, fuck my cunt.”The lovemaking turned into a frenzy. It was a race to strip. Our clothes were thrown to the ground and we were both naked on my bed. The soft light from the hallway illuminated her curves.Although floppy, her huge tits were pronounced. Her hairy cunt further. What choice did I have? Rithi would undo her miracle that saved my wives. All my women but Ealaín, Ava, Greta, and Carsina would die. I trudged against the weight in my boots. My heart beat faster and faster. It ached. I wanted to clutch it.Zanyia, padding beside me, looked up at me. Her ears twitched. Her tail swished and swayed, brushing my leg. How would she take it? She was the reason that Kora and I had taken that final step into our incestuous relationship. Would Zanyia hate me? Would. ’ Brenda is almost in tears. Her escape ruined, she awaits her fate at the hands of the crazed Ginsu Knife salesman. Driven by fear and desire, she closes her eyes to her fate praying for deliverance, or an imaginary savior to rescue her. Eyes closed tightly, a captive in her own living room, Brenda listens to the hypnotic cadence of the man’s voice. His words blend together into rivers of sound as he lapses into a foreign dialect. His animation escalates into a gentle but disturbing agitation..