Par use yad aata hai ki woh bhi kaise Daya ko dekh ke hila raha tha. Woh ek photo khich leta hai aur bathroom se aawaz karta hai. Jisse Tapu aur Rosha... sab imagination se bahar aate hai.Tapu apna lund pant ke aandar bharta hai aur khane lagta hai. Khate samaya Daya Roshan ke ghar aati hai.Daya- Roshan bhabhi kahan ho?Roshan-Kya hua Daya bhabhi?Daya-Aapse kam hai chaliya na hamare ghar.Daya ka najar Gogi par padti hai usko uska lund ka yad ata hai. Gogi ka bhi khada ho jata haiRoshan – Chalo. “Well, slut, will you fall to your knees and suck my cock? Will you finally surrender to what you crave? Or am I going to call your daughter in here to show you how to suck a man’s cock?”“I...” She glanced at my dick again. “This is ... You’re so young...”“Pam!” I bellowed. “Get your pretty ass in here and suck my cock.”“No,” she gasped. “She’s your sister! You can’t. It’s—”The door opened. Pam hurried in, her skirt swishing about her thighs, her face flushed, eyes burning. I smiled at my. "Some men tell things to their mistresses that they would hold from anyone else" She let out a small laugh. "Not the men I know. They are all of them deadly boring. They come to drink and watch the show to forget how dreary their lives are" And a man named Gerard Lemieux? I suppose he has never come to see you dance?" She opened her eyes wide, and inhaled her cigarette, but again her look of fright soon faded into that same complacently flirtatious mask."I know no one by that name. Are you. A few more seconds and I emptied the whole load in her mouth. She ate it all and licked me clean. I had gone limp because I don’t take any steroids or medicines to keep on going. Now it was my turn.I removed her tee and to my surprise, she was not wearing a bra. By all standards, her vital statistics should be at least 38-28-38. Her nipples were already erect which were located on a pair of perfect pair boobs. We started kissing each other as she had climbed on me. I laid her down on the sofa.