. like I was in some type of suspended animation, if you know what I mean, and still a part of my head kept telling me that this was nothing more than...a dream. Some weird, crazed dream I'd had nuzzling in my u*********sness all this while.If only.I did what I figured any girl could do – I got mad. Not at my father, no. At whoever the bastard was that was fucking the shit out of my Mom right then. I got up headed up the stairs. This time Dad didn't bother trying to stop me; in the state he was,. This really got me straying from my goal and my nightly wanking sessions involved mom more than my sister. It wasn't a bad substitute. As I've said mom was a beauty. Not to tall, maybe 1 meter 60. Shoulder-long black hair and blue eyes. Her eyes was what really caught you when looking at her. They seemed so out of place, blue to that black hair. But beautiful and soft. She was slender with small tits and a curvous little ass. But as I already concluded, she was unreachable.Until one night when. She tightened up again for another round at bedtime.Her story was much like Bridget’s. He was a real gentleman with great bed skills. He thanked her for a great session and said he planned to visit corporate headquarters in the near future. Perhaps he could enjoy her company again at that time. She didn’t say no and suspected Bridget wouldn’t either.Francois did make the promised visit a few months later and demonstrated true European gallantry. He brought along his own Personal Assistant, a. )Pratik replied: Jo hukum meri raand (As you wish, my whore).He thrust his dick inside his sister. Himani was sandwiched between Pratik and the wall. Pratik kept fucking her for a good 5 minutes before he came.Then he carried Himani to the bed and started licking his sister’s pussy. Not knowing what to do, Rajshri recorded all of it on her phone.Pratik was hard again now. Then Himani helped him wear another condom and then started riding him. Pratik watched as his sister’s boobs jiggled in.