.iss garam chut ko tera loda hi shaant karega ahh…”Ye sunte hi mere baap ne meri gand pakdi, or apne lund ka topa meri chut me bhar dia. “Aaaaaa...aahhhh,” mai chikh padi, “Ahhhssss papaa.. dhiree.. ahahhhhhhhh,” maine chillate hue kahaa.Tab tak loda chut faad ke andr ghus chuka tha. Mai fir se chillai, “Abbu dhire chodo naa,” ye sunkar Abbu ne muje ek thapad mara.Aur kaha, “Randi haramzadi natak karti hai, muje pata hai tuje ese janwaro ki tarah hi chudne me. Maja aata hai islie randi bani hai. I'm imagining you on the toilet pissing while I wank over your breasts! The slight look of shock nearly had me shooting my load there and then. But to my surprise with a cheeky grin she admits she was bursting for a pee. She lead me into the bathroom sat on the toilet open her legs and told me to stand in front of her. Parting her legs she started to piss against the toilet the noise alone let alone the sight sent me over the edge. I came like hadn't in ages splashing her Tits neck and chin. “I was telling her about the Divorced Bitches Club. She said it sounded interesting when I told her our meetings were with wine in hand and any topic was open for discussion. I could give her a call and see if she’s free, if you like.”Nodding at her, I said, “I like. Go call her.”Gina ran upstairs in search of her cell phone. Janet had my other hand rubbing her crotch through her pants.“That okay with you guys?” I asked the other sons. No one demurred.“Ravi, you look like you have something on. Do it.Her eyes fluttered close as she tilted the bottle up and her head back slightly. She did it. Grimacing strongly, she brought the bottle back down and shoved it into my chest. "That tastes horrible," she wiped the back of her hand against her lips, drying away whatever reminiscence of beer. "How can you drink that crap?" I guess it takes time to get use to," I shrugged my shoulders as I took the bottle from her hand. "You should get inside, though. It's cold out here and...well, that dress.