Bole kamini ajj to teri choot ki halat kharab kar dunga, aur joor joor se dhake marne lage unka pura land in and out ho raha tha wo dard se chilla rah... thi, bol rahi thi mama aram se chodo aram se lekin mama kaha manne wala tha wo too dhake per dhake mare jaa raha tha, tabhi phone ki ghanti baji mama ne chudai rok di kamini ne phone utta kar pucha to patta laga ki dusri taraf mami thi idhar maine dhura phone utta liya tha, mami boli kiyo rani ajj akele akele land ka majha le rahi ho, kamini. Two guys stood watch there, ensuring that at least the door to the stairwell, or the door to the club was closed at all times. There was also a door at the surface that was supposed to be kept closed. Up there you could barely hear the muffled sound of the music; but it became increasing loud as a person descended the several flights of stairs.Nor was there a need for air-conditioning, because it was quite cool deep underground. Or rather, it would have been, if the dance floor wasn’t packed. But Mom swallows. Will she be insulted if I spit out this gooey cum?I swallowed. As I did so, I flopped onto my back and Mom bent over me, her mouth pressing on mine to get some of Dad's cum from my mouth."You were wonderful, son. I'm glad you swallowed your father's cum. Now get on top of me and give me a good fuck."I looked at Dad and then Mom in the darkness. I was shaking; I was crying. I got up and walked toward the door." I can't. I'm going to bed."Masturbation was unnecessary. I cried. .s’ and pushed me off.‘Get the fuck off from here’, she said.‘Please Pri, it’s your farewell, just let me have a look at you properly, please?’‘No way, get out!’, she said sternly.While we are having this convo, Pri noticed some girls approaching and said, ‘We are not having this convo here, let’s go to the backyard’.We ran towards the backyard, fearing we would be caught. She then asked, ‘I’ll leave now, please try your tricks on someone else’.I pleaded to her more. ‘Please Pri, just a kiss.