My hands reach up and cradle his sac as I grab the base of his cock to guide it deeper into my awaiting mouth. I suck it slowly at first, then quicken...the pace as I feel it respond to the attention. He tilts his head back, resting his hands on my head, and drives his manhood deeper, his head reaching the back of my throat. He rhythmically pumps in and out, filling my mouth with himself, pre-cum slightly oozing from his member. But he is not done. He has to come to re-live the past, to expand. Right after a few minutes I heard Zeeshan grunts and with his full stokes he also started to cum still fucking and spraying in my wife’s pussy and when he was all done made Afia lie on the bed and laid himself on her still not even bothering to take his dick out of her.Hina then stood up and started wearing her clothes and gave me mine to dress up. We both dressed up and still Zeeshan and Afia were in the same position while his dick was still inside her and he had his hands under her and was. ”“I hate it!” she hissed. “I hate his eyes on me! His disgusting, bleary eyes lusting after me. But it gets what I want. He doesn’t abuse me so long as I can just strut around him and give him a cheap thrill. But this ... Please ... I don’t want to do this ... Please, Randy.”“Please?” I asked, anger swirling through my stomach. “Do you know how badly Dad beat me because you lied about me drinking his beer? Oh, right, you fucking cunt, you stood there and watched!”“I...” She shuddered. “You’re a. We are happy" the words were really there. “Well, if she’s moving on I will too" Seven said out loud while he walked up the stairs. Suddenly full of positive energy. This past year, his sister always knew how and what to say when Seven felt lost. Isabella lived with their mother before she moved in with Seven a year ago. But being 30 she decided that it was a good time to move out and move in with her brother she loved so much, and it was a good thing she did. “How can I ever repay what she has.