He could hardly move a facial muscle. His eyes were closed, all was dark. Something filled his mouth and his ears seemed plugged. His nostrils were pe...etrated with two slick, narrow tubes.Yet, he heard and saw and smelled.What he saw he could not describe. There were colors. There also was a throbbing. Slow pulsating globs rose as in one of those ugly lava lamps.The sounds were music. Or maybe not music at all. They were sounds as lazy as the rising globs. His entire world seemed in slow. ” I realized uncle understood what was about to happen, and so I decided to dress up sexy for him. I put on a sexy all-white dress. It had a white sleeveless choli and a white lehenga that was just about knees length.I made sure to not put on a bra under the choli so that my small boobs would hang down into the choli when I bend down. I put on a good number of bangles, a necklace and a pair of tinkling anklets. This was one of my favorite dresses to wear for Sharma uncle when we were alone. ? "This will only make it take longer." he says as he looks down at her."Get back in position now." he says and pauses watching her.? She shakes and cries but doesn't move, not speaking perhaps beyond speaking."Ok." he says.? "That is one clamp on your cunt before you leave.? Do you want to make it more?" he asks.? "Back in position." she looks at him and whines, shaking her head.? "Two." he says and she looks at him terrified, then pulls herself back up, presenting her soft tits back again to. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I looked at my mother. She looked so beautiful dressed as a bride. I felt as in dream. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife.pandit ji asked meena to put saree on her head. As she tried doing it her.