Mein kal ke bare mein sochne laga fir agle din papa kaam pe chale gye or mein tution ke bahane jakar ghar ke gallery mein baith gya jo ke mummy ke roo... ke bahar hai wah koi aata jata nhi hai Winters ka din tha, andhera 6 bje he ho gya papa 11 bje taka ate hai or mein mummy se bolke gya tha ke mein tution ke baad movie jau ga friends ke saath.Jaise he 5 bje mummy ne call kre or 15 min mein 3 log ghar par aa gye jisme se ek who he uncle the. Who sharab bhe laaye the.Who jalde se mom ke room mae. Tum kaun ho? Meri gaand ko kaun chod raha hai?” Fir usski nazar mujh par padi,” Areeee Subodh, tum? Ye kia kar rahe ho, apni behan ko chod rahe ho tum?” Maine apne haath didi ki bagal meinse andar dal kar usski mast chuchi ko masal diya aur bola,” Didi main tera v bhai hoon, tujhe tadapta hua kaise dekh sakta hoon? Jab tum apni ichha Sushil ko bata rahi thee to maine socha ki kia mera ek bhai ke rishte se koi faraz nahin hai kia? Ek bhai agar teri chut ko shaant kar sakta hai to dusra bhi to. She was working in a flower garden, planting something next to a woman with fiery hair who must be her mother. I waved to Kaitlyn. She lifted her head, her large tits swaying in her tank top. Her jaw dropped.“Serafina!” she gasped at me. “What? Why are you naked?”“Hi, Kaitlyn,” I said. “Hi, Mrs. Garter.”The older woman, a mature version of Kaitlyn, looked up and gasped. She clamped her gloved hands over her mouth, spilling some potting soil onto her cheek. Her green eyes almost bulged from her. Bitch you are mine. Those tits are mine. My man Stanly is an amateur.He is very crude, just cut off a nipple. I am a craftsman.I am gonna skin that Tit.NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.Willie took a knife out of the fire and ran it slowly along Karin’s breast. No NO she was screaming frantically. Willie was laughing.Man, I am going to enjoy this. He put the knife back in the fire.He grabbed her breast, the one with nipple missing. He squeezed and twisted. This is going to be so sweet.Willie took his.