I realized I was watching the British for issues that would prove or disprove my concern. Farming wasn’t difficult. I had done some things that most...didn’t. I used my handmade plow and had fenced my growing area from the area that wasn’t used. I had some colorful lines of hide that seemed to keep the deer away from my crops. Rabbits weren’t bothered but deer were the main culprits. We continued to live just as two. We watched our crops and the British crew as they finished their work.Honso. I really did love her. What was this? Was this actual love I thought I'd felt for others before. I wanted it to never end so badly I felt I anything I'd wanted before was a lie, fleeting.I couldn't take it anymore and pivoted just slightly so my hard cock was stretched onto her leg. I let it rest while I watched her sleep more, her breath so calm and rhythmic. Finally, I decided I wanted to taste her. I'd never had the chance before and this realization now felt huge. I slid down underneath the. I got happy assuming what might have happened in the past days. After getting ready, I switched on the laptop and saw the recordings. Nothing had happened in the first night. But the second night was awesome.My uncle arrived in the night at about 9 pm, my mom the locked the doors and windows and then hugged my uncle. They then sat on the sofa and chatted for a few minutes.After a while, she served him dinner. At around 10 pm, my uncle moved to the bedroom and my mother followed him. He then. He then inserted his tongue in my mouth and i started to dream of him fucking this bitch. He stopped kissing and took his tool in his hands and kept it on my element. I said “saale bhadwe, bhenchod, apni bhen ko chode ga. Chod jitna chod sakta hai chod ye teri bhen nahi teri raand hai.” to this he inserted his tool half way down and it pained a lot. I shouted “bhenchod, thoda dheere, warna mai yahi mar jaungi, aaaaaaaaaaaa uuuuuuiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,,, aaaaahhhhh, ahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa,”.