I've been divorced for a while now, and I don't regret a thing. Well, that's a lie, I regret my son definitely not taking me sooner.Tonight I was goin... to tell Ryan the best news any man could ask for, that I was pregnant with his child. My friends didn't know about our relationship yet. I hadn't told anyone that I was fucking my own son, let alone pregnant with his baby.God, it was the best feeling in my life, knowing my predicament. Even at work, I couldn't help being so turned on. Even while. Raja….Maine uske boob ko kas kr dba diya aur uski peeth pr jhuk gya.Uski peeth pr mera seena tha.Mujhe bahut hi maza aa raha tha.Uski mast aur soft skin pr mera seena tha.Maine jhuk kr usko kiss krna shuru kr diya.Reena ki siskiyan niklni shuru ho gai.Reena-aaaahhh raj…Bahut maza aa raha hai yaar…Tere sath to.. Aaaahhh kiss krte raho meri jaan…Aaahhh….Mere raj….Main uski peeth pr badal badal kr kiss kr raha tha.Usko kiss krne se wo pagal ho rahi thi.Kafi der tk kiss krta raha.Thodi der baad. My sister and myself basically just hated him, but probably, in truth, inherited enough of his confidence, or better put arrogance, not to become worn down by him as Mom had. My sister left home to go to University when she was eighteen, and that was pretty much the last any of us saw of her for years. She had escaped, the wise girl. Myself, well as I entered my mid-teens I began to stand-up to his constant verbal bullying. This went down so well that after an argument on my sixteenth. She was getting fucked just once in three months. My wife told her that we were doing it every day atleast once, And if we could manage it we got in another good fuck.Manju was like ‘Sangeetha yaar you are so lucky. Bhaiya looks after you so well. I wish my hubby was like that.’ Sangeetha told her that if you are really hot and need it so badly you can have my hubbies cock. Manju told her to behave herself and that she was making her feel hot just saying it. Sangeetha knew my desire for that.