I spent the next hour nursing my pint of larger, listening to Bill drone on about how hot it was for a mother to be fucking her son. Saying how lucky ... was that it was going on in my home, between my wife and son. Bill doesn’t have kids, and the thought of mother-son incest seemed to excite him immensely.I left the pub an hour later and got back in my car. Curious about what Bill said about prostitution increasing ten-fold, I decided to investigate, and drove around the area to see if he was. I start walking and romit abuses me and asks me to crawl and I start crawling.Romit- Saali kutiya muh khol ek bhi boond niche nahi girna chahiye. He starts peeing in small quantity and with no difficulty I drank the entire pee.Kapil – Jaa randi pani nahakar aa and then serve us breakfastMe- ok and I start crawling towards the washroom. On entering the washroom I realise I want to pee too. I was about to start Kapil comes in from behind. Ankita we asked you to take bath. Follow our instructions.. One of those old songs that you can't resist singing to came on as I put away the last of the smaller tools. Turning toward the door to begin moving around the larger equipment and still singing, there she stood. Leaning against the jamb and sipping her cup, Sharlee just giggled at my performance. I was a bit startled but quickly went about my work, trying desperately not to stare as the kitchen light illuminated the transparency of her t-shirt."Don't stop singing on my account," Sharlee. He gasped and I felt the first spurt of his cum shoot into my pussy. I watched him, his mouth opening, his eyes closing tightly, then opening again to lock onto me. He came and came. I lost track of the spurts of cum he sent into me. And, amazingly, he controlled his body’s impulsive reactions. He remained where I had put him, just inside me. He refrained from thrusting deeper inside. Could there be a stronger show of caring and respect?I carefully and slowly leaned forward to lie on top of him.