Ye tere bhai ka lund hai, tujhe zaroor acha lagega.Kirti Aashu ki baat maante hue ghodi ban gayi, aur usne lund muh mein daal liya. Isse pehle woh kuc... bol paati, Aashu ne uske baal pakde, aur dhana-dhan uske muh ko chodne laga. Kirti ke muh se laar tapak rahi thi. Woh Aashu ko dhakka de rahi thi, lekin woh kaha usko chhodhne wala tha.Fir jab Aashu ne lund baahar nikala, to Kirti boli-Kirti: Bhaiya, aap gande ho, aapka ye bahut kadwa hai.Fir Aashu ne Kirti ko lita liya, aur uski jaanghon ke. “She went to bed a couple of hours ago,” I said, trying hard to keep my eyes on her face. “She has one of those charity events tomorrow.”Callie grinned. “You know how sound she sleeps. It would take a bomb to wake her up.”“I know.”“Are you hungry?”“Are you going to feed me?”“I would love to breastfeed my daddy,” she said with a soft, husky voice. “I really like the way my daddy sucks my nipples.”“I love your milk, baby,” I said. My eyes dropped momentarily to where I knew her breasts were under. During our frantic actions, Ana self lubricated her asshole from her pussy juices; it glistened with the moisture and looked so inviting. Then I knelt between her legs and lifted her sexy body to make her asshole an easier target. I inserted my finger and proceeded to spread her nectar around to lubricate her very tight rosebud. I needed to shove my now desperate hardened cock as trouble free as possible into that nice tightened rear hole…Ana’s knees were onto my shoulders and I again lifted. Master’s devised something very special for our American cock hound. Something very special indeed.’ ‘Jean Claude, please assume your position.’ Master had walked over to us and he took Jean Claude’s place by my head. In one hand he carried a leather satchel, similar to one I’d seen the village children carry their schoolbooks in. I knew the case held nothing as innocent as grammar school books. ‘Annie,’ he began in a voice that seemed to echo through the court yard, ‘What I walked in on this.