Fir mere dost ne meri sister ko bed par dhaka diya or uske upar letkar use smooch karne laga. Thodi der tak smooch karne ke baad mere friend ne uska t...p utar diya meri sister ne andar bra nhi pehni hui thi. Fir mera friend uske boobs choosne laga paglo ki tarah. Meri sister ahahahaha hhmm ki awaze nikal rhi thi.Thodi der tak mera frnd uske sexy boobs choosta rha or fir usne uski jeans utari or apne kapde bhi utare. Fir usne meri sister ki pink panty utari or uski choot par hath ferne laga or. I tasted a mixture of spit, KY, dick pre-cum and ass. I didn't care. I was completely in the moment. Hepulled out of my mouth and came over my face.I licked my lips, taking some of the cum with my tongue. I smiled and stood up, taking his left and inboth of my hands. "That was...incredible" I said, catching my breath. He pulled his hand free and toldme to get dressed. "I was hoping we could do that some more." I said, with a bit of disappointment inmy voice. He picked up his wallet, reached in. " Thanks, Mrs. Bechtel," said Nancy."Nice threads, Maddie," said Mom with a wicked grin, and left. Madison put a hand to her forehead. My god. Did my mom just say 'nice threads'? She wished she had a vocabulary word to suit this state of appalling."Wow," said Devin. "You have a cool mom."Oh GOD, thought Madison."She is pretty cool," Nancy agreed. "So, Madison. You still haven't told me what was really going on when, ahem. Devin found you in the bathroom." The mocking look on her face said just. Maybe events would not have evolved as they did if another couple had lived in the house, though I suspect not. Or maybe it would have happened no matter where the Maxwell's lived, though again, I suspect not. By outward appearances they were a happy family. But they did have flaws, and maybe it was upon these flaws the house preyed. If it did.Dante was a big, strong man who did delicate work with his hands. While his body was strong, perhaps he had a susceptible mind. He grew up in a western.