And now that she knew it was only Jon and Joe who were pulling the strings she could buy whatever she wanted.So when she went to the store, planning o... buying some more conservative clothes, she couldn’t find anything she liked. It was the store she used to shop in before this whole thing began but it was not her store anymore. She ended up going to the store that the whore had met her in. And she left with several bags of clothes but, she realized as she walked away, they were no more if not. "He's crying, Tracy" Abby said. "You made him cry."Tracy stared at me and I did the best I could to hide my tears but Abbywas right, my cheeks were wet and glistening.Through my tears I said, "can you go with me?"Tracy and Abby looked at each other for a few moments and then theylooked back at me."It's OK with me if we go with him," Abby said, "I like that shop." OK, Greg," Tracy said, "Abby and I will go with you. But first you needa tissue to blow your nose." Thank you, thank you," I said. Fir hatho ko pants ke andar le jane laga to didi ni hath pakad lia maine kaha didi plz thode der . Fir didi ne kuch ni kaha or hatho ko chhor dia isbaar mai pressure ke sath pussy ko press krne laga . Fir ungali andar dali halki si di ke muh se aah nikal gyi maine or kosis ki andar andar kar dia pura ab mai heat feel kar skta tha pussy ke andar ki . Fir bahar nikala didi ni ankhe band ki thi maine jeans khol dia or niche kar dia . Fir chut pr lips dalne laga or andar daalne laga didi ne mere. My nipples stood erect, out proud and pointed in the direction of mom. I had cum in my hair, on my face, sides of my mouth and running down my taut stomach. Not to mention the traces of cum in my mouth, and the unconceivable amount of cum seeping from my aching, well used pussy and asshole. Mom looked at me with an expression of concern. What was becoming of her innocent, young, beautiful teenage daughter? Her pride and joy. Mom and I were close to the same height. In fact, most of our body.