”My grandfather was apprised of the situation and he was extremely happy to know the connections. And I had a feeling of belonging. After all I was ...either an outsider, nor a southerner, as I believed all these days.“Look, Devika darling, you were lamenting of your origin,” aunt Saroj told me, “And now you turned out to be a perfect product of this family. Are you satisfied now?”“Ham, mousi (yes, aunt).” I wept.So it was decided that uncle Dev, my real father, to fuck me first. My mom was so. Matt collapsed panting on the bed.Right away Anita straddled my rock hard cock and eased it into her wet hungry pussy, which was a little puffy from the night before…Soon she found her rhythm and began rocking onto my belly. After about ten minutes riding; Matt was watching us and then I realized he was hard again.He looked at me as imploring for something and then I smiled and asked Ana if she wanted to feel another hard dick in her asshole.My wife of course cried with pleasure and said of. "Your nails are beyond repair until they grow out another inch." Shereplied as she attached yet more plastic to my body. They were apolished pink and added a further inch to my fingernails. I felt aslight tightening sensation as the adhesive dried. Much to my chagrinshe led me to yet another infernal chair. It was definitely not musicalchairs I can tell you as there was no music to be heard in thebackground.As I sat there watching my mother apply a blob of white cream on to herfingertips my. Hurrying into the basement I took my clothes off and stood by the bathroom door listening to her motions. Shower curtain. Stream of water. Soap falling down in the tub. This was my chance. I sneaked into the mist-filled bathroom and slowly locked the door behind me. I stood there for a couple of minutes stroking my cock to full mast! Hey! If she’s going to get penetrated tonight with the risk of ending my marriage I might as well give her a sight to remember before her involuntary fucking.