The common acquaintance who had fixed this meeting made it clear that I could choose whichever girl I wanted for my wife. The only condition was that ... had to pay Rs 2000 per month to the mother. 2000 was a laughable amount; I probably spend more during one night of whoring. Anyway, I decided to play along…The house where we went to was a hovel. The mother (cannot be more than 35) was so eager to please that she was almost incoherent. Out came the daughters- Pauline aged 19 and Betty aged 17.. As i put my cock head near her lips i asked if she was and she said to do it. with that i slowly pushed my cock inside of her virgin pussy and began to move it in and out little by little. with this movement she bagan to cry a little from the pain. as she started to stop crying i push in a little more and i felt a barrier. i knew i was at her hymen. i asked her if she was ready, before she could finish saying" push it.." i shoved into her hard and ripped her hymen with my cock. as she screamed. Placing both hands on either side of me to steady herself I felt Lindsey move up my body. Her pussy was over my face when I felt her lips suck in my cock head. She ran her tongue over the head like an all-day sucker. But mine was the sweetest treat of the day. I sucked the outer lips individually as my sister bobbed her head up and down on my cock. When I drove my tongue into her Lindsey began cooing and licking my balls. When my finger moved over her rosebud she tried to move away but. It was always the same when he returned from a hunt with his blood up, adrenaline racing; there was something about the primal act of killing that returned him to his baser instincts. He would fuck her now, and her usually controlled lover would transform into a wild beast, driven to rut in with her like she was a bitch in heat. She lay on her side, facing away from him, waiting for him to reach for her; she was not to appear eager. The first time he had come to her after a hunt, she had been.