I informed my mom and dad about my planning and booked a flight to Nagpur for the next day and called my didi and informed her that I would be landing...there the next day. She was really happy to hear that.The next day I boarded and reached Nagpur and hired a cab and reached didi’s home. Didi and jiju both welcomed me with a very warm feelings as I was meeting them after one year. I also met the little hero there “Yug” and spent 3 to 4 hours with him and he went to sleep then. Me, didi and jiju. He’d told himself that he wouldn’t come until he was told too but it was all too much as he twisted his hips a fraction and Caitlin’s fingernail slid against his pucker.Anna looked down at her son as he trembled upon their thighs, felt his swollen cock jerk hard seven or eight times and knew he was filling his shorts with his seed. She waited patiently till Caitlin relaxed, her breathing slowing and she opened her eyes. She smiled lovingly at her daughter lifting her hand up from Michael’s. “No mom. I had a bad dream.” Margaret said.“Me too.” Erin Lynn added.All of the girls nodded and looked very worried.“Girls, did the Babies dream to you?” Erin asked as she looked at me.“Yes, mother.” Paula said trying to not dribble the cereal in her mouth.“Paula, what did they say?” I asked.Paula looked at her sisters and swallowed her cereal.“They said that they couldn’t breath and needed help.” She answered.“Was it the same for the rest of you girls?” I asked.“No, Daddy.” Genevieve said.. He lay sprawled on a daybed in the hot sunshine, watching the four slaves fucking on the freshly mown lawn. There was the lightest breeze, wafting a scent of barbecue and cut grass.The young men were rising and falling in tandem, their muscular buttocks following the ticking rhythm of the metronome. Below them, their wives were enthusiastically pushing their hips up to meet them, faces shining with perspiration in the oppressive humidity. Flesh slapped against flesh beating out a steady.