Phir maine unki pantie bhi utar di. Unki chut bilkul saaf thi. Uske gulabi phhank deks kar mera mankhushi se bhar gaya. Jaise hi maine unki chuut me a...ni ungli daali woh tarpi unki muh se aaaaaaaaaah…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah ki awazenikaln shuru ho gai.maine mahsus kiya ki woh puri mast ho gayi thi. Ab unse raha nahi gaya unhone mera land hathon mein le kar apni chut par rakha.main jamin par leta huwa tha aur woh mere upar thi. Unohe apnu chut ko mere land par rakhakr ek jhataka diya,lekin mera land to. Today, I am writing the second installment of a fictional story about the incestuous relationship between a brother and sister.Before we begin, I would like to thank my audience for appreciating the first installment. Those who have not read it, please read the first part first.Now, continuing the story where we left it. The siblings Pratik and Himani pulled away and Himani went downstairs. Their mother was waiting for her to help clean the kitchen. As they started cleaning, their mother said –. “In America, you can always find party,” Elyse laughed. “In Russia, Party always find you!”Everyone laughed hard. I scanned the room, and saw a wide range of costumes from my KGB colonel to Bethany’s Alice in Wonderland including the usual witches, demons, and sexy nurses. George was dressed as a cat. The only costume that I felt rivaled mine was Jeremiah Brown, who had come as Baron Samedi from Live and Let Die. Cindi’s ‘Daisy Duke’ costume had all the guys drooling, as did Stephie’s very sexy. “Himo,” she said to the wood elf who sat cross-legged among the group of soldiers, sword for hires and adventurers. Himo had a way of being able to meditate almost anywhere and frequently waited until the last possible moment to rouse herself from her peaceful practice. Qiao did not want the General to think they were taking this less than seriously, and that was hard enough with Malark strumming on his lute.Himo rose from her lotus position in a graceful motion without using her hands. She.