Pakiza sidha kar ke puccha ki tu asala may kaha se hai pakiza boli Pakistan se maine soccha ki ye saala accha mauka hai badala lene ka usaki chut badi...to thi par acchi thi usako pura maine chat ke gila kar diya o abb bolane lagiKi aab dal do aur phad do meri chut maine usaki chut may mera lund dala aur usake hips aur boobs ko pakade shot marana chalu kiya usi wakt mira ayi usane apane kapade utar diye aur sidhe pakiza ke pass gayi aur usakeMuh pe apani chut laga di mira boli chaat meri chut. "You've never thought about it...?" Mom hesitated. Oh my god she had thought about it! "As I figured. And it's ok with you, babe?" I was still taking it all in, but felt myself nod ever so slightly. Mom looked at me, then her eyes drifted down my body to my penis. She leaned forward as Ash held my dick up, exposing my ball sack. Her breath washed over my nuts, giving me tingles. Then her tongue lay upon my skin for just a second as Ashleigh took my cock all the way in again. Their mouths. Daddy said that sometimes, its just better that way. My brother said that he likes it when I'm with them,but tonight, it's going to be just them three.I told them they could use my bed if they wanted to. I went in and lit my candles. Daddy follwed me in and helped. Daddy grabbed me from behind and told me I could watch and play with myself if I wanted to. Brian walked in with his pants already off. My brother was taking his off as he entered my room.I told daddy he better get his pants. George imagined making Maggie cry out in his own bed, her face in his unwashed sheets, before this time next week and he hardened. She told him to make himself comfortable as she left him in the main room, so he stripped naked and went to the refrigerator for a beer. He this time looked for a bottle opener and after a swig of brew he snooped for something slick and yet reasonably fit for oral consumption. He decided against vegetable oil in favor of either maple syrup or Cool Whip; Maggie.