Per night milenge. O boli mere pati ko pata chal gaya to wo mujhe or tujhe Maar dalenge maine kaha dekh tere pati ko do raat ke liye to main bhej dung... to wo rote hue boli mere gahne tum rakh loge maine uski jangh per haath rakh ker kaha tu mujhe khush ker dena main wo bhi tujhe de dunga. Rajni man maar ker kaha thik hai per batana nahi kisi ko itne main uncle aa gaye or bole raj tumhara dost bola use le ker aana maine kaha aunty bata rahi thi ki aap ganv mai koi dukan kera chahte hai uncle jee. He nodded. She then realized he wanted her to put on a show for him. The stranger squirted the cool liquid on her back and began to rub it over her body. She reminded him to put some on her legs, and he obliged. She spread her legs a little as he coasted up the inside of her thighs brushing against her thinly covered pussy. She told him to be sure not to forget her ass. He proceeded to cover first one cheek and then the other. She moaned a little in encouragement. He slipped one finger under. "That name again. Yuck!When we got to my room, my mom reached into one of the bags and pulledout a package with three panties. She opened it and pulled out a peachcolored pair. "Here, put these on and tuck your . . . you know what,back between your legs. When you're done, take off the robe."I did as I was told, and she handed me a peach colored bra. "Here, putthis on. It matches your panties. A girl feels better when her bramatches her panties." I'm not a girl, remember, so I don't feel. The cunt really didn’t like this treatment.“Now look at the fuck-hole, and watch me kick it.” He did so, very hard, wearing steel-toed boots for the purpose. Now, do you fucking hate this cunt like I do, boy?”“Oh yes, daddy, I really hate this fucking cunt, just like you do. Daddy?”“Yes, son?”“Can I hate the cunt more than you do?”“If you think you are up to it? How much do you hate it, boy?”“Well I hate boiled vegetables, and I hate this cunt more than that.” The father managed not to laugh,.