Mommy would always try to get me out of the room they were in as soon as possible. Brian pays attention to me. He sits with me and lets me pick what w... watch on tv. He wakes me up for school and makes me pancakes sometimes. He helps me with homework and cooks dinner for everybody when Mommy isnt working late. He even lies in bed and reads to me when Mommy cant be home to tuck me in. Thats my favorite part of being with him. I like to lay my head on his shoulder and smell him while he reads. I. Bhabi study me meri help karti thi. Mena kabi kisi ladki ka sath kabi sex nahi kiya tha.han mein ek do bar mutth jaroor mari thi mera dost logo na mujhe sex ka bare me thordi bhot jankari di thi kafi time gujar geya me or bhabi kafi khul gaye tha me raat ko dare rat tak bhabi ka room me hi study karta rahta tha kabi kabi me unka room me he so jata tha bhabi mera pura diyan rakhti thi.Bhabi majak majak me muja touch be kar lati thi. ek din bhabi na mujhe pucha ki kya tumri koi Girl friend hai.. I managed to look up through my tears and he reached down and grabbed a large handful of my hair and lifted me right off the floor by my hair.I grabbed his wrist with both hands and screamed in pain. I scrambled to get my feet under me and when I was standing on my own he pulled me so close to him that our noses were almost touching. He yelled right in my face, "Don't you ever talk to me like that again you stupid fucking bitch. You aren't fooling anyone. We all know why you are here, why you. Sweet, pushed her down on the couch, started kissing her, and put his hand up her skirt.It didn’t take long before Mrs. Sweet’s skirt was up around her waist, and my father was pulling down her pantyhose and panties. When he had her panties off, he serviced Mrs. Sweet’s pussy like his wife was servicing Mr. Sweet’s cock. Betty Sweet was not protesting. I could hear her encouraging my father as she spread her legs wide and crooned, “That’s it, baby, lick my cunt.”The show our parents were.