Make up your minds.”After a few minutes of waiting I had enough.“Blossom, let’s go to bed. Lynn, you can sleep in a guest room. Erin you can lea...e now and go back to Dara’s.”“But there is only one guest room with a bed. Blossom’s mom and dad are in that one.”“Oh, that’s right. Well, I guess you got the couch, I assume that you have extra blankets somewhere. Good night.”Blossom and I walked up the stairs. I had my hand on her cheek and she had hers in my back pocket. We went into the bedroom and. One day, my mom asked if I could massage her legs, which I refused. But she said her feet were hurting very much and asked, so I did it. And slowly, it became a habit for me to massage her feet.After a few days, I didn’t know what had happened while massaging her legs. My evil mind wanted something more. I asked my mom if, “I should apply oil and massage your leg today so that your pain will be reduced soon.”She agreed. I lifted her saree and petticoat to her knees, with which she was. It felt like she was draining my balls! I just kept pumping all my cum like a river into her poop hole until the very last drop. After about 10 mins of ensuring I pumped all my cum in her, I pulled out and washed up. Her asshole was beat up, but she took it like a champ and she got her first anal creampie with a smile:) The next day we did anal about 3 more times and I put cum on her stinky feet/between her toes before she departed for Osaka on Sunday. Once that was over -- my mind shifted to. But some protocols not even Penny abandoned.When they were alone, Her Ladyship bade Cynthia be seated, and began to speak."I have given much thought to your dilemma," she said. "I have conceived of an idea, but there are risks."Cynthia sat, mute."I have already told you of my own, shall we say, unusual relationship with my uncle. The oddity of my sexual tastes goes much beyond that. I am what the men in the village would call a slut."Cynthia's eyes widened, but she remained silent. I'm quite.