Lekin mera lund aaj bar-bar khada ho ja rha tha .To maine soncha ki aaj mauka achcha hai aur main jake usse baat karleta hun .Mere ko dar bhi bahut la... raha tha lekin maine sonch liy tha ki aaj aar ya paar to min darte-darte uske room ke bell bajai.Usne bahar akeAunty-kya hai?Me-kuch nahi aunty main apke bagal wale room main rahata hun……..Jab wo mujhse baat kar rahi thi to us time usne ander bra nahi pahani thi aur uske boobs hil rahe the ,aur mera lund fir se tan kar khada ho gya ,ye dekh kar. I felt her hand between my legs so I shuffled my feet apart to give her more space. Slowly, she slid her hand up between my legs and, brushing softly against my pussy, moved back and up to my bottom. Gently she pulled me to her pressing her mouth against my aching pussy, her tongue running up and down the grove while her finger behind found another, tighter place.With her free hand she slipped first one then two long slender fingers into my hot, wet opening and, at the same time the finger at. Three saplings and a bit of Sam's harness made a serviceable travois to hold his belongings. He stroke along in only britches and boots, his vest and woolen shirt lay drying over his pack.George was a big man. He was in the prime of his youth at 19, 6 feet 6 tall and heavily muscled from his work at the forge and on the farm. He was covered in curly blonde hair the color of a ripe wheat field. His large hands easily bore the travois as he paced along. The Willamette valley opened up before him. The vacant look gave way to shock as i seeded her. teardrops formed on her eyes. as they flowed over 'taken', i licked them up. she was well and truly broken.just as i pulled out, i heard the door open. guess i hadn't closed it properly. in came my dad, my aunt and her neice. dad was drunk, his hand openly caressing the girl's breasts. as he entered, he saw the scene. and undid his pants.as i gaped, he pulled up specksy's skirt, ripped off the panties, and plunged in. the girl awoke, staring.