A car raced around the corner and I quickly covered my crotch area with my hands. The driver sounded the horn loudly, thinking I was just another nake... whore. I continued on to the end of the street, then I heard the car turning around and speeding back in my direction. Again, the driver sounded the horn as he sped past. Thankfully, Nastia's apartment was just up ahead. I broke into a run and my small titties bounced violently with each stride, as my feet ached every time they hit the pavement. .?Itni jor…jor se dhada…dhad awaaze aa rahi thi main yahi soch raha tha ki kahin chor to nahi ghus aaya aur yahaan aa kar dekha to nazaara hi badla hua hai mama ji bol pade haan beta main samajh gaya tujhe yahaan kya cheez kheech kar laayi hai aakhir hain na tu bhi lund dhaari bata choot maarni hai na iski…? Maine jhooth ka naatak dikhaate hue kaha mama ji aap bhi kaise gandi baatey kar rahe hai bhala main aunty se is taraah ka bartaaw kaise kar sakta hoon ? Ye meri didi ki saas hai aur meri. > Obviously our relationship was not that of a normal father and son. I started to go to gay bars and especially leather ones, and I met guys who I brought home to face and ass fuck my son. I had this kind of obsession to see him fucked constantly...non-stop. I wanted him to be totally fucked out all the time, or like you say in your stories...fucked up and fucked out. I even put him on medication so he was kind of out of it alot so me and my buddies could just play with him anytime we wanted. “Which hole, brother?” she asked. “I have three that are always dying to be filled by your cock.”“Pussy,” I said and then kissed Lasla on the mouth.I thrust my tongue into my sister’s mouth, savoring the taste of her. She had the taste of twat lingering on her lips. She had to eat a lot of cunt last night to calm down, the poor thing. She was the only one who wasn’t a fighter.The attack had been a nasty shock to her. The rakshasa princess would have to pay for that.But we had rallied together.