Ab jub kay Pitajee ka Lund apni beti ki Choot men ja chuka tha, tau mujhay sharam aa rhai thi ke aaj men apnay hee sagay baap se chudwa rahi hoon. “...aanu, aur Lund daalun andar?”Men ne sharam se kutch na bol pai. Pitajee ne phir kaha: “Jaanu, sharma kyun rahi ho apnay Pitajee se. Ab tau Pitajee ka Lund ja chuka hay tumhari chikni Choot men. Bolo aur daalun andar; jaanu men puri tarah Lund tumhari Choot men daal kar chodna chahta hun. Wahi sahi chudai hoti hay”.Men phir bhi kutch na boli aur. "This is the first cock that I've seen close up," she told me. "Do you mind if I play with it a little?" Now that was a stupid question," I told her. "I don't think there is a boy in town that would mind if you played with his cock." But yours is the only one I want to play with, at least until you tell me otherwise," she told me, and then she ran her tongue around the crown of my cock. I sighed, my cock expanding in response to her hand and tongue, and shortly, her lips as she took the head in. Her blows came faster and penetrated deeper. Eve felt a trickle of blood in the deep middle of her pussy. Her monthly joined with the blood and sweat from above. Eve’s tears began to flow as well, releasing her final resistance to the lash. Without being able to turn and see her, Eve fully surrendered to the whore mother’s will and embraced her punishment. The pleasure began to get stronger. Her sphincter contracted with the contact of each strike until a ring of fire rolled forward to her. Well, renewed... closeness, and though we never discussed it, it seemed she did also. Over the next few weeks, I took Sherrie to dinner or a movie a number of times. I'd have done it more often, but we both had demanding jobs and needed our rest. That limited the number of times we felt like we could go out during the workweek. Even so, we did that a couple of times too.On our second Wednesday out, I told Sherrie that I loved her for the first time in more than four and a half years... four.