The inhuman scream continued as the woman began unraveling the cloth. One layer off, then another, and another, until finally, the child was naked. Th...re, beneath all of those layers and blankets, lay a scrawny baby boy, not a particularly beautiful baby, but a baby all the same."Ain't ya going ta shut it up?" he yelled, just loud enough that he could be heard over the baby's wail."He's hungry," she stated abruptly. The man looked at her expectantly, as though waiting for her to do something to. And she couldn't deny that she had felt a bit turned on as he had shot his seed all over her. "God, I am so confused," she mumbled to herself, "I should be mad as hell!" She decided to have a shower and then go down and just pretend it hadn't happened. She would tell her Dad about Greg, and that he had been right and that would be an end to it all. She hoped. As she wandered down the hall to the bathroom she could hear her Dad pottering around in the kitchen already. She switched the water on,. Tabhi mai nashe me bola “yaar tune kabhi meri maa ko nahi dekha abe madarchod agar ek baar dekh lega to mar jaayenga.saale itni jyada khoobsurat hai ki dekhte hi teri pent gili ho jaaengi. un haramkhoro ko aur kya chaye tha unki man ki murad hi puri hone jaa rahi thi.wo mere saath mere ghar aa gaye ghar me meri maa akili thi.mai us samay nashe me tha .maa ne darwaja khola aur mujhe sharab piye hue chok gayi par mujhe unhone kuch naa kaha aur mujhe mere kamre me sula diya. Subah jab meri aankh. But today for some reason it was not. And so I peeked in to see how our neighbors lived and then I saw Mrs. Shanti, she was in saree and was in process of removing her saree. She must have thought that the window curtains were drawn because she changed openly and then I saw her breasts, her navel and her trimmed cunt. And that day I had the most glorious masturbating session ever. Later that night my mother told me that Mrs Shanti had a husband who returned home after a long time and they are.