Oh god, dont do that, mister, your making me all horny, and I hate that! My husband will kill you for touching his property. I said: Give me your han... lady. I put her hand on my warm boner. Her hand was shaking as she felt it. Then she jerked it away. She muttered: your disgusting. Lets take a little walk to your bedroom, little miss married bitch teaser, as I move my hand to her pussy. I didnt tease you, your just a dirty man&hellip,.Oh&hellip,god.. &hellip,.please dont touch my vagina like. I awoke with my breasts sore and full. The four kids were already awake and ready to help me if I needed it to do my morning cleanup and out. I was going to have each of the girls do me but one of the boys were doing them with a full Fisting. His fist were inside them both guiding the hose to where it needed to be. The girls turned and offered to do me while they were being serviced. I merely spread my legs on the floor and they both went into me in a very erotic manner and cleaned me. The hand continues its journey, snaking over limbs and sliding under garments. Fingertips discover the texture of skin and hair. They playfully tickle and zigzag from the curve of the back to the hair around a shy navel. They tentatively probe the top of the jeans before happily swimming back up the torso. As the right hand blissfully explores the hidden flesh, the left hand is locked into a tender grip with its manly counterpart. Emotions and thoughts flow through gentle squeezes, passionate. Hum dono ne unhe pura nanga karte hue unki chati chuste hue unhe smooch diya,bhai car me baith gae aur maine land thoda andar dal ke jhatke diye aur dost toh aman ki tabiyat se gand mar rha tha.Thodi der me woh karyakram karke hum unhe wahi chhod aye.Car me bhai ne mujhe bewakufi ke liye dante hue kaha ki woh hamein marwa sakte hai par sabne mera sath dete hue kaha ki woh toh chhod dete tab bhi marwate,ab at least kuch failaenge nahi aur kisi ko batane me hichkichaenge,baap ko bhi.Par hum sab.