Mera ghar gaali me hai hum dono ekhi school me padte thee par hum rooz alag-alag jate thee.Usske peche gaali ke saare ladke padethe par woh kisi ko bh... bhaw nahi deti thi wo sirf aap ne kaam se matlab rakhti thi chichore ladke hi nahi uski khubsurti ke kayal too bade bade loog bhi thee.Saabko dekh kar mera bhi maan karta usko patane ka par koi tarika hi nahi milta tha. Mai too koo ladki bhi kabhi nahi pataye tha issiliye koo idea bhi nahi tha. Aur too mujhe dar bhi lagta tha ki koi ghar par. My daughter is 20years old now and lives in town, with my sister. After my wife died we both sought of kept to ourselves, tho my memories would still flood in of my little girl. On the other hand, my sister is 32years old and has 2 daughters, on her own, her husband died of cancer. But that much later.Just recently Sara, my daughter, came out to see me and I saw how much she looked liked my sister. We sat and talked the whole day long, but what was disturbing was the small tank top and short. He was being nice to me and taking things slowly. The other men in the room were now jerking their cocks faster as they stared at the huge cock fucking my gapping hole.“Jerk off on this bitch, lets see if we can’t cover her with cum,” the ringleader announced to everyone.The men, and I, liked this idea, and I soon saw all the cocks positioned over my body and head as they jerked off. The guy in my ass kept sawing in and out of me and his pace was getting faster. Luckily my sucking and licking. She said she had some but not enough to really make anything from it, as it was all just pieces. Darcy asked for the scraps so she put them in a bag for him and handed him the dress.He made his pack appear and put the package and the dress in it. The woman watched horrified as he stuffed the dress in it. Darcy grinned, “Don’t worry it will come out looking as if it was just pressed.”She didn’t quite believe him. Darcy asked if the ladies wore shoes or slippers for dancing and was pleased it was.