Me: I am resting, not well.feeling very weak aur acha nahi lag raha ekdm.Mom: ohh…pchh..my son is also not well. Hope both of you jaldi se theek ho ...ao..Me: Hmm, acha nahi lag raha ..I am feeling restless.Mom: Can understand..pchh..Me: I am in severe pain..bahut takleef hai..I think she could feel my pain and restlessness, and was feeling sorry for me. She is a very good person at heart and cannot see other people suffering.Mom: hey bhagwan..pchh..wish I could help.Before I could reply to her. I can feel him, all of him deep inside as he begins to thrust into me. He draws back his hips and then drives forward, slamming his thick lance deep into my willing flesh, sinking it deep into me, up to the hilt. It is so intense I cry out, but I want this. I want him to use me like this. Want him to take what he wants, to abuse my ass.I reach down between my legs and feel how empty I am in the place he usually takes me, and how ready I am to be taken there, even as he's thrusting deep into my. For the most part, everyone seemed happy at breakfast. I noticed that there seemed to be a little bit of sibling rivalry going on, but not directly involving Jontar (but I sensed he was the source). For all her earlier protestations of being stuck with Jontar as a mate, Sula was now desperately trying to keep his attention. This was because the older Fayla was constantly trying to distract him.While Jontar was only ten, he was close to being eleven and his hormones were probably just starting. So I pulled her down on the grass, which was damp and cool and felt quite sexy, and taught her about making out with another girl. We kissed and stroked each other all over, and she copied everything I did and was really a quick learner. She is so gorgeous it’s hard to describe. It wasn’t long before I needed another cum.So I sorted us out in a sixty-nine and taught her about THAT. And how great it can be to take some pussy juice on a finger and play around with the other girl’s clit, trace.