I love incest part the most. I fantasize every girl, women that I see. I love sex. This is the real story that happened to me 1 year back. I’m the r...gular reader of ISS from past 3 years after reading many stories.I also decided to pen down my immense experience with my mami and friends this is my story and real story without wasting much of time, let me describe about her, her name is Pari and her breast size is 34. Jab bhi wo chalti hai to unki kamar matakti hai and I like her bump. Now the. ” Dad said. My Dad it seems thought this situation was so comical. I didn’t see that much humor though.I hung up the phone looking lost. I had too many women as it was, I had wanted to thin this herd fast. I met the other four women we rescued they were nice and pretty as well. I went to bed that night no night games, and not claiming any new faces either.(WEDNESDAY, MORNING.) Breakfast was a quiet affair with me getting rice and scrambled eggs, with both bacon and sausage all in large. The seclusion, the isolation, the sheer beauty of the countryside, it is breathtaking yet relaxing.” She whispered. She sipped her coffee as Ron was kissing her neck. Her other hand fell to her side and she reached back. Her hand wrapped around Rons hardening shaft. “Nope! That is definitely not a cell phone” she quipped. “My, a little excited this morning, are we?” She joked. She rubbed his cock, finding the glans and lightly touching the outline of the head with her forefinger. Ron shivered. " Excellent choice, sir!"With that he led me back to Greg Masterson's favorite table in a somewhat secluded rear alcove. A drink waiter shortly appeared. I saw that he was tall and slender and attired in a white ruffled shirt w bowtie, black vest, and full length black slacks that fit him like a second skin — leaving little to the imagination."The waitress you selected", he began, "is now donning the clothing you selected for her sir. In the meantime perhaps you would like to order a drink.