In both of their eyes, there shines hunger. While similar to hunger for flesh or blood, it is also different.There is no foreplay, the hunger is too b...g. He grabs her by her ass, heaving her upon his body. He still drinks her blood, while she now scratches his back with no holding back, sometimes making blood spurt. He starts ravaging her with his cock, plunging himself deeper and deeper. Sif may be older then any living woman, but she is still as wet and tight as a teenage girl. Regeneration. I felt as in dream. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife.pandit ji asked meena to put saree on her head. As she tried doing it her boobs got exposed and I could see the neck very deep almost showing her entire cleavages…as she lifted her hands she smelled lovely with her clean. I knocked twice and was answered by a muffled "come in!" I opened the door and closed it softly behind myself. "Is everything comfortable?" I asked in a hushed voice."Very." He replied.I moved my way to the head of the table. Once there I leaned over by his ear and softly asked, "So what are we working on today?" My lower back has been bothering me and I've been running a lot so my legs and hips are kind of sore." He mumbled into the face cradle. This is where my dirty mind started to run away. She was his secretary so she was charged with setting up the entire party. Her exhusband was being a bit of a jerk and wouldnt take the kids for the weekend so she just decided she had to get a room at the same hotel and have someone watch the kids. I agreed to do it, if anything at least I would get to see her!Well that Friday I drove back home and the party would be Saturday evening. I spent time with my family in my old neighborhood friday night and saturday during the day. But Saturday.