I don’t like my father because he wants to live free and alone in the life to enjoy the life. What I mean to say you can understand. He wants to enj...y with other women. He provided us with all the luxury of life, but this is not the only things necessary to live in this world, especially for my mother. My father was a drunkard and I used to save my mom from him every day night from beatings, harsh words and she would look at me with great pride and I slowly became her savior. Slowly I started. "Chris and I sat in our wagon, mostly crying and holding each other. You were gone. No one can survive a sandstorm. How many times have we heard that since we have been here? Finally the storm ended and we heard the all clear when I felt funny, I looked at Chris and she seemed all right but as more time when on I felt more and more detached from everything. Soon I didn't think much about anything, it was like I was in a daze. Then in front of us was Ali. He was talking to us, telling us things,. The cock slid in quite smoothly. In, in it went. I kept on pushing gently until it was inside her to the hilt. I watched her face. Her eyes were shut and she was wincing a little. A slow moan escaped her lips. My cock finally in position, I studied the manner in which his cock was swallowed up by her anus. She said,"Kumar...please...idu venda." i did not say anything. I shut my eyes. I was enjoying the warm sensation of the walls of her anus tightening around my cock. "Aiyo...what are we. ”“I do have a couple of Aunts,” Kat offered.“Yeah but we have only just turned nineteen,” Tom replied.“So have they,” Kat answered and grinned at their shocked looks.Trae looked at Kat and frowned as he tried to remember her or Jim mentioning any younger aunts.Kat said, “The letter I had been reading when that man tried feeling me up was from my grandfather, Raymond. He fell in love with a shifter not long after he moved to Hilton and she had twins. His wife, Vera, believed the girls had.