The two lovers were covered in sweat and smelling of musk which made Divya pound his wife even harder."My smelly little bitch I love you so much!" sho...ted Divya who would kiss his wife a bit while pounding her.The tall and skinny blonde helplessly laid in bed as her muscular brown husband had his way with her. Erica would rest her dead long legs on her husbands shoulders as he furiously pounded her. Divya was going insane from the powerful odor which was coming from his wife's crotch. Sounds of. There was a sharp fear and guilt, maybe in her posture and movements.Oh, shit.She walked over.“Hi!” She called out, and the woman started at her voice emerging from the darkness.“Who’s there?” the woman asked.“My name is Linda. Why aren’t you at the church?”“Why?”“There’s a town emergency, everyone is meeting at the church. Is anyone else home with you?” answered Linda.“My son,” said the woman. He’s fifteen. I...” the woman suddenly changed course. “We’re Catholic, we don’t go to the town. Her lips were almost saying: “Liberate me from this tightness!”.Nothing in my mind would hold me back but the fact that I have known her only for a little while. Then, Angela spreads her legs wide and tugs the bathing suit down at the crotch as to say, yes, that was a little tight. Instead of flattening out the crotch over her pussy it is now firmly wedged between her swollen big lips.She stretches arching her back and pushing her pussy lips even further out. Her belly looks muscular and flat. “I’m not pretty enough or my tits are too big or I’m too young to be horny,” she finished, allowing a sob to escape.“Danielle, I promise you it’s none of those things. You’re my niece, for heavens sake. Your mom would kill me, bring me back to life and kill me again!”“That’s bullshit,” Daniele spat, anger taking over. “You fucked mom for two years before she married dad. I’m just too much of a baaaaay-bee.”I could have denied her claim about sleeping with my sister but it was true. I just had.