Mien bhi gusey mien suit wohien chodra aour gher aa gayee mera sara shoq khatam ho giya tha aour itna gusa araha tha us derzi er ki kiya bataown doose...ey din mien ney kisi ka sath nahien liya aour derzi ki dokan per punch gayee. Us din woh akel hi tha mujhey dekh ker muskuraya aour bola,Bib jee naraz na hoon , mien aapka suit theek ker deta hoon ager theek na howa tu aokey kapdrey key paisey dey doon ga””jee jee, mujhey paisey hi chahiyen ab, mujhey suit nahien chahyee” mine ney ghusey sey. .yeeeeesssssss…fuck me harder Matt…please!!! Your cock is better then my husbands!!! Fuck me Matthew!!! Fuck me harder!!! Jodi screamed in the middle of the trail. Matt muffled his cousins mouth with his hand, while grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled back, and started to fuck his cousin like a rag doll. Jodi screaming in pleasure, at least Matt thinks so, as he can’t make out what Jodi is saying with his hand over her mouth. He takes his hand off her mouth, and smacks her bare white ass.. If they did they the potential for getting caught was monstrous. He had done the one thing he promised himself would not happen when this started. He had let his family become tangled in his web of greed. "It's OK Daddy." "No it's not, but all I can do is say I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he repeated, "and nothing like this well ever happen again." He squeezed his daughter tight. It would be the last moments they would ever spend as members of the Fenton family. They would never again eat a meal at. I flung the door open and there she was in the bedroom, her back to me. ‘What the fuck have you been doing? Why did you turn the phone off?’ I shouted. She didn’t answer and as I reached her she stayed still, her head bowed and hidden by her hair. I lifted her hair and instantly my fury evaporated. Tears had streamed from her innocent, still wet eyes, her pretty face was set with pent up rage, and I knew what had happened. ‘How can you do that to me?’ She sobbed. I had no answer, none at.