Mousi bhi majese apne stano ko daba rahi thi mene mousi ke blouse ke hook nikalkar uska blouse mousi ke chatise ajad kar diya aur mousi ke bra ko nika...kar mousi ke dono stan ajad kar diye.mousi bohat hi gori thi aur unke gore gore stan dekhakar me unka diwana ho gaya aur mousi se kaha mousi tumhar mamme to bohat hi rasile hai me nhe choosu kya? mousi boli poochte kya ho ab me tumhari ho gayi hai mere poore sharir pe tumhara haq hai. aur me mousi ke stan choosne laga me bohot jaorse mousi ka. She lifted up her shirt and bra and spat on my dick and put it between her tits. I tit fucked her, I later found out she was a 36 D so a great size. She pushed me to a sitting position. Lifting up her skirt she took off her pants. I noticed a dripping wet pussy surrounded by a strip of trimmed pubic hair. She opened her pussy lips with her fingers and pushed a couple deep in. Her fingers came out glistening, and she put them in my mouth. It tasted wondrous and I couldn't resist licking her. But, we both grew up and when Janet was about 20 years old, she got married to Larry and had a baby within a couple of years. A couple of years more, she had her second child, a little boy and it seems that after she'd gotten pregnant with the second baby, her husband basically quit showing her any intimacy or physical attention at all. That's when I came into the picture.When Janet began puberty and she began to develop in every way that a teenager girl does as she enters her young womanhood,. Even now, I wanted to go to him. To feel his incestuous dick in me. I wanted to bear his son and heir.This had to end. I loved Sven.My door opened and Greta, my sixteen-year-old bedmaid, crept into the room wrapped up in a robe, her hair disheveled. She darted to me and threw herself on the bed, her eyes open wide in excitement.“What happened?” she asked, taking my hands. “Shevoin fled from his bed like the world had ended.”“Sven did it!” I told her. I squeezed her hands and then pulled her.