My fingers couldn't help but rub under her bum. Wifey enjoyed it by leaning forward a bit allowing my fingers to move further under to her pussy. She ...as already soaked as I could feel her wetness through the leggings. My fingers now pressing against her wet warm lips. She started to let out a small moan but stopped herself by biting her lip. Owwww how I could tell she wanted it so badly. The wife decided she couldn't handle it anymore and got up. We headed back through the museum as we went. I felt the cum gush out of my stretched asshole while Dad laughed. On my hands and knees, I tried to catch my breath but suddenly felt Dad whipping both my asscheeks alternately. I looked behind me, terrified to see he was hitting me with his belt. Cum dripped down my legs."You are disgusting, a filthy bitch-slut! Look at you, covered with dog cum, dirt all over you," growled my father. For the first time I noticed he had brought out a baseball bat, probably thinking the sounds coming from. I could then see a stream of cum rolling down her legs. I then reached up and twisted both nipples hard with my fingers and heard her moan out loudly. I then asked her if she wanted to take her panties off or shall I? I was surprised by her response saying that I could. I got up and got the scissors and cut them off her was breathing harder and harder. I looked down and saw her big pussy covered in cream. I told her to follow me to the bedroom. She started walking behind me. I turned. Tabhi Padma aunty mri tarf dekh kar boli “kya tum masturabate nahi karte?” Maine unki aakhome dekh kar kaha “ haan kabhi kabhi karta hoon.” “to ab kyunn nahi karte. Dekho tumhare pant me kitna bada tent ban gaya hai.” Unhone mere lund ki tarf ishara karte huye kaha. Main chauk gaya aur kaha “main aap ke samne kaise kar sakta hoon?” “ tum chaho to kar sakte ho. Mujhe koi problem nahi hai.” Unhone kah kar phir se compute screen ki tarf mooh kar liya. Mujhe to thoda dar laga par yahi mauka tha,.