Pitaji mere boobs ko ghoor ghoor k dekh rahe the..Maine aav na dekha taav bus unko kiss kr liya dhire se.Wo seham gayeAur kehne lage ye thik nhi..Main... kyo thik nhi?Pitaji- kyonki tum meri beti ho..Aur baap beti ka aisa rishta thik nahi.Main- aap 1 mard hain jise pyar ki zarurat hai aur mai ek aurat …Ek aadmi aur aurat k bich sab sahi hota hai..Pitaji- nhi ye sahi nahiMain-pitaji mai aapse na jane kabse pyar krti hu..I love u pitaji…I realy love u..Yeh keh kar mai unse lipat gayi aur unke pure. When asked about Angel, the would be attackers just waved mutely down the path. The new group saw that there were no signs of a struggle, and moved to follow the path in the same direction.Their movement brought the others out of their shock enough to start moving as well. They dispersed, as they had planned to after the attack. But they simply walked in their various directions, rather than running as previously planned.In the shadows of the nearby trees, a dark, virtually invisible figure. " He said softly.Slowly I did and he started to slowly pump in and out of my pussy."Yeah, fuck me baby." I said and surprised myself.He smiled and started to fuck me a little harder.But not hard enough. I wanted more."Harder." I said.He fucked me a little harder. Still not hard enough."Harder!" I moaned.Then he started fucking me as hard as he could.My tits bounced everywhere and his cock rammed in and out of me so hard and so fast.I couldn't take it anymore. I came again."fuck, Fuck, FUCK, oh. I was expecting some of my skin to be stuck to the Plaster of Paris but with Simon on one side of me and Oliver on the other they gently eased the mould off me. When it was free I could see the shape of my chest, and in particular my tits. To me they looked more pointy and prominent that when I look down at the real thing. I felt proud of my shape.“Spray it with silicone then peel it off and we have the basis for a jelly mould.” Simon said.“Hey Simon,” Oliver said, “what’s the chances of you.