Another day. Life goes on. Friday afternoon. My phone rings. I look at the display. Harland."Yeah, Sarge," I said."We're on the ground. I figure an ho...r before we're on the road. Gonna go check into the hotel and then head your way." Keep me posted," I said. "I'm trying to keep the lights on in Guatemala." Okay, El-tee. I wanna hear about that. See you in a bit."Twenty minutes later the phone rings. Well, if you call Johanna's flute passage a 'ring'. "Out of class, baby," she said."I'll be out. Dosto, maze karo.”Fir Wasim bola, “Chalo main chut marta hu iski.” Aisa bol kar woh mere pass aya aur meri kamar pakad ke mujhe ulta leta diya. Meri hips pe zor zor se 2~3 slap mare. Fir usne meri kamar pakdi aur meri hips ke bich apna lund ghis kar meri kamar upar kar di.Woh bola, “Kutiya ban, teri gardan bed par rakh aur gaand upar kar.” Fir usne apna nokila lund meri chut pe ghisa aur chut mein ghusedte hue bola, “Ye gaya mera lund teri muft ki chut mein. Sali, mast tight chut hai. Balwant. But then I felt guilty and realized that what I did was so wrong. I made love with my son in the bathroom and I cum. As I climbed into bed, I kept telling myself to be strong and that I should not let that happen again. Soon, I fell asleep, tired from all the fucking. My son was really a good fuck, draining all my energy.On the next few remaining nights of the week, I putted effort into avoiding my son. I even remembered to lock my door in the bathroom. Having sex with my son with my husband’s. A sharp cry from her lips, ‘Bios,’ and a plant wrapped vines around his flailing arms and legs, binding him . The plant lifted him into the air, the full moon shining on his dripping flesh. She took a moment to regard him, his struggling form, the way his balls and cock bounced and swayed like a charmed serpent before her eyes. She looked up into his eyes, and flicked the head of his cock before taking him into her mouth. A cry of ecstasy escapes his lips as her mouth enclosed his member, her.