Us baat ka fayada uthate huwe mene kaha – “Muje bhi bahut man hota hy chut marne ka par kabhi bhi koi ladki mili hi nai … Mera lund toh 9 ” ka...lamba hy per me bhi aaphi ki tarah hatho se hi apne lund ko hila leta hu”… Yeh baat suntehi bhabhi mere lund ki or dekhne lagi or boli “Kya tumhara sach much 9″ lambba hy??” … Mene kaha “Ha janavi bhabhi sach me”(janavi bhabhi mere lund ki or dekhne lagi fir dhire dhire me uske pass gaya or uske gal or balo ko sahlane laga … Mene dekha ki janavi bhabhi. With another kiss she left.The squeaking of the marital bed was in my ears as I drifted into a satisfied sleep.We had breakfast in our bathrobes and George reminded us of his standing golf group on Sunday mornings. I guess he worshipped nature on the Sabbath. Since I had to leave before he would return, he wished me farewell with this message, “We’d love to see you again over Christmas, if you can make it.” That was four months away. I nodded, getting the message that this kind of hospitality. Can I do that?”“Yes, yes, can we?” Lasla asked, quivering. “We could make Mother Azuliana lick our cunts, too.”Kurtis laughed. “See, they are Las’s daughters. Just like you are, Nephi. We’re all family here.”“I must be Las’s daughter because that was such a sexy thing to hear.” Nephi fluttered her wings. “And you truly bred me, Master Kurtis? I carry our incestuous child in my womb?”“Yes, you do.”That made me so wet. I had to be Las’s daughter. We all had powers. Lasla could make sex toys,. She watched with bated breath as his head lowered slowly... slowly... slowly... And then --"Aaaahhhhhhh!" she cried, her body convulsing as his moist hot lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft pubic fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still-closed aperture, his tongue flicking lizard- like at the quivering opening.Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid down her smooth, flat.