How could a good man like me love a slut like you? I told Brother Bill you were nothing but trouble before he married you, but he thought he could sav... you. He now admits I was right and has asked me to perform the final act. It is a great honor."Sally listened to his ranting. She thought nothing could shock her after the last few days, but this was too much. "You are a sick pervert. How can you do this to your own daughter?" Who knows if she is my daughter? Her mother was a whore. That was how. Bhabhi boli ki bhaiyaji ye ese andar nahi jaye ga jara jor se Dhaka maro na mene bhi fir jorse Dhaka mar diya phir kyatha mere lund bhabhi ki chut ko pharta hua andar chala gaya, aur bhabhi ki chikh nikal gayi. Chut se thora sa khun bhi agaya ijs bhabhi boli ki ese hi lund ko andar rhane do abhi mat hilana , mene bhi lund ko andar hi rhane dia kuchh der bad bhabhi boli ki ab dhire dhire hilana suru kro to mene bhi dhire dhire hilana soru kr dia ab bhabhi bhi siskiyan dharne lagi uuuuuuu. "That's what I call finger food." I was finding it a little difficult to talk now as my mouth and throat were slick with sperm, coating my tongue and cheeks with a delightful film of man mucous. I luxuriated in the divine taste, in the texture and eager to continue with the benediction, I zealously dived back in. I cleaned up every last drop from his belly, his hips, his balls, licking my fingers and moaning like a professional slut. But I left the best 'til last. Large sections of his cock. Patty knew what Justin meantwhen he said his clothes were uncomfortable. But with Patty'ssuggestion, not only wouldn't Justin feel awkward wearing his mom'sthings, but he would actually enjoy wearing them since they felt sogood on his body. He thought that the panties were smoother than boy'sbriefs. The tights felt so good hugging his legs. The polo shirt feltsofter than his usual t-shirts. Because of Patty's suggestion, ifJustin wore a bra he would find it supported his chest snugly.