"Shit! Now look what you made me do!" What treachery and deceit?" I echoed my dad as I had my mom lean on me while she took off her broken shoe."He di... not ask for my daughter's hand in marriage," he simply put. "If he had, I would have said no. This cretin is not worthy to marry the daughter of..." Excuse me, but how would you know anything about him?" I said, defending my cretin father's honor. "I mean, as far as I've heard, you've been living on an island for the past twenty years. I bet you. Any girl or aunty who want to friendship or have sex with me can mail me: My family consists of 4 members, me, elder brother and parents. Coming back to story, this is about me and my mama’s daughter Shweta. She is 3 years elder to me and lives in my native place. So during Diwali time I had college leaves and some pending leaves in office too. So I and my mom decided to go to mama’s place. We were going to meet after 2-3 years. Because when the last time I saw her, she was looking so beautiful. Pulling me tightly. Rubbing. Kissing my breast and caressing me. Rubbing me softly as I sank to her warmth. Fingers high twirling. Her warmth in me was enchanting as she began kissing my nipple. Suckling my breast slowly. As I was pinched on my nipple, stroking my nipple tugging gently. Moaning, hands between my nipple stroking me slow. Rubbing my vagina in a dark massage. Kissing my nipple and caressing me softly, as her hand slid up my dress warm snuggles lay on my nipple and vagina. I ,. I take a couple of pieces of ice from my drink, and leaning forward begin to run them over the marks on your arse. A low sigh escapes your lips as the cold and wet soothes your pain. Looking at you there I cannot resist, and I move one cube of ice to your arse hole. Immediately you tense, but after a second I feel you relax and I keep the ice there, pressing against you. With one hand I rub your arse, soothing you, and slowly with the other I force the cube inside you, making you take something.