Granddad was Baptist, but he really didn’t give a shit, so Dad was raised Catholic. Mommy’s dad (Poppy) was a Samoan born in Hawaii. He met Moppy ...n a business trip to India. Poppy was raised in some sort of polytheistic religion, but he didn’t give a shit either, so Mommy was raised Hindu. And then, so was I. Unfortunately for Mommy, I inherited my ‘give a shit’ characteristics from the men of the family. It came to a head (pardon the pun) when she wanted me to start wearing a bindi to show my. I let her linger there for a second. "Show me." She pulled her hand out and raised the finger that had been inside her. Light glistened off the moisture. "Lick it. Pretend it's my cock."The finger disappeared into Maria's mouth and she tasted her own sweet juices. My rock hard cock pressed against the chair, aching with the need to cum."Very good." My hands rested once more on her breasts from outside her sweater. "When can you come over with the last of the paperwork?" Maria's mind could. I begin kissing your body moving slowly downwards. I pause for a moment to admire your pierced belly button. I gasp at how smooth your pussy is. Your swollen lips are glistening with moisture, just like drops of nectar on a flower. Your scent is intoxicating as I slide one of my fingers inside you. A gasp escapes your lips as your amazing body responses and quivers at my touch. Slowly I begin to slide my finger in and out of your now ever tightening pussy. I stop momentary to tease your now. He was about 6 ft tall, with dark green eyes, salt and pepper hair, and a slight potbelly."Mmm," I thought, "sexy." "Oh no, this can't be little Sunny. She's practically a woman now," Paul said. "She'll be nineteen in January," my uncle said. He turned towards the living room. "Get the fuck off my coffee table, Mason!" he screamed and ran into the living room. "You don't remember me, huh? I'm your uncle's landlord. Wow, the last time I saw you were in like middle school." I smiled and nodded.