There is a fair amount of creativity in our house. Sadly, though, these only come into play on birthdays and special days like Mother’s Day. But th...s is not about the creativity of getting the deserved one some special treats on a day like this. Well, perhaps yes. Because, as soon as I felt the events on the porch was drawing to a close, I announced it was time for me to get a shower. Not that I sat around idly and let two teenagers strut their stuff to impress Mommy. In the course of the. ”Padma Aunty, “You have thought about everything, but what about Priya? She is dying to get fucked. I know that her husband is a lousy fucker like my hubby.”Me: Do you think I will let go of that tight pussy? I want to see if she can take me and give me as much pleasure you gave me, Aunty.Padma Aunty: What ‘IF’ she satisfies you more than me? Will you forget your aunty Rajesh?I saw a worried look on her face. My cock was getting hard inside her cum filled pussy. Pulling it a little and humping. ’ She changed back to her conversational tone when he moderated his thrusts. ‘Anyway, they worked, of course they did.’ ‘And did she pass on her secrets?’ Ai looked back at him, twisted her body, reached back to grasp her right ass cheek with her right hand. ‘Look down and tell me what you see.’ He did look down but didn’t have the concentration to comment. ‘I’ve got my man drilling his glorious dick into my soft, sweet, pink vagina. I’m doing ok without any of grandma’s secrets.’ ‘Good. We never tired of dressing, undressing and generally treatingher as our very own living, breathing little doll. Mummy encouraged us inthis and she allowed us free rein in our treatment of our little sister. Weplayed all sorts of games and lived out various fantasy role-playing gamesthat we invented with Denise always as the helpless one depending solely onus. We played doctors and nurses with Denise usually as the patient whowould need to be examined and inspected by "Dr Celia" with me in.