First two days went in normal then weekend came I went to play cricket,while playing cricket ball was hit in my balls then immediately I went to aunts...home and went to my room.I checked my balls by going to bathroom attached to my room.The ball was hit in less force and nothing happened to my balls or penis but I am little tensed something might happen to me because of this injury and I am experiencing little pain while peeing.So I am totally tensed of this and I was not being normal as before. My whole day felt like one long foreplay session.Things at work had even improved. It turns out that it was all the guilt and moral quibbling that was distracting me, not the sex. Once I had accepted my sexual relationship with my daughter, and stopped questioning everything we did, the rest of life just sort of fell neatly into place. Sure, we had to keep things hidden and I couldn’t share the details of my newfound love with anyone, but it didn’t matter. I was whole in a way that I hadn’t. Her breathing was becoming heavier and more labored as her sexual pleasures increased. She was losing control, losing her will to not make love to her older brother, losing her will not to commit incest.Suddenly she said “Ah what the fuck!” and reached down between her legs, changed the angle of her hips, and pressed my swollen cock head upwards.My thick cock glided into her hot tight pussy in one smooth slow stroke. I couldn’t believe it, my shower fantasy was coming true, I was making love to. But with her by the hand was a tall and muscular black guy. Why is the picture unusual? Because it is almost impossible to meet a black person in these places. And I thought maybe some foreigners. The couple sat down nearby and opposite me on a bench. This sight aroused my great interest, because it is not some kind of charging cyclist or runner. I watched them. They were sitting and just talking, but at some point the black guy started kissing the blonde's neck. I felt a strange sensation that.