I looked at my own naked body in the mirror. My body was muscular. My 8-inch cock was as hard as an iron rod. I needed to get rid of my erection befor... going downstairs and possibly meeting my sister’s saasu maa Jhanvi and her Nanad Krishma. I wondered what Gulu meant by saying that his sister was attracted to me. I remembered beautiful Krishma and started stroking my cock in front of the mirror. For a few minutes I forgot where I was and fisted my hard cock.Just then the door of the bathroom. I love it. Feeling her warm touch as I cuddle her as we sleep. It is the best feeling in the world.Now, it has been weeks since the incident, and home schooling is going great, my job is planning on giving me a raise from working so hard and efficently, and she is happier than ever. I love spending every moment with her."I'm comming!" I yell back as I walk over to the bathroom. I walk in, to see the bath already running. I smile to see her with a smile on her face, ready to jump in the. She did pause a moment upon entering the building to greet the elderly security guard. "Hey gramps, I'm back from my dinner break. Hey, we're not keeping you up past your bedtime now, are we?" she asked. It was an old routine developed over three years of late night work and old Mort didn't disappoint. "Well, now missy, let's just see which one of us starts yawning first. Just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm decrepit." Said with a smile, it was one of the usual variations on his regular reply.. Know, then, that in the woods outside our city lived a poor man, Carlo, some fifty years of age, who eked out a bare existence farming the poor soil in a small clearing he had made; and he had been married once, but lost her to an itinerant tinsmith, who, taking away Carlo's bedmate, condemned him to a life of solitary pleasures, such as they were. One day -- it being too early in the spring to plant, and yet pleasant enough to tarry out of doors -- Carlo was sitting on a stool outside his.