8 liter doodh daiti hai or mujhay bina batay pilati hai to muday per aataa hoon 4 mahinay phelay ki baat hai kay meray vications thay hum maa-beta eka...lay thay meri maa ghar may dhiley kapaday pehentiii hai us ko koi problem nahin kay us kay beta jo jawan hai or lumbay louray kaa malik hai us ko daikhta hai kion woh roz raat blue film dekh kar khujli karti hai ek din main nay socha kay main shadi karon gaa sirf maa jaisi say bilkul sexy mahila say mujhay pata nahin tha maa bahar khadi sun rahi. A plump round sack hung below and I could just make out a small tuft of pubic hair on each side of his shaft. I was shocked at the sight of it. I thought, “Oh my goodness, so this is what one looks like!” I was also a little surprised that he had more hair than I had on my pussy, which was so sparse that I still looked as bald as a little girl unless you got up close.I grabbed his erect cock and was surprised at the life I felt in it. It was vibrating and throbbing strongly with his heartbeat.. One morning after taking my shower, I walked back into my bedroom and there laid my sister, Kim, with her legs spread, her tank top pulled up to reveal her tits, smiling at me.“See anything you want, Bobby?” she asked.I admit that she was tempting. Kim had a nice body, a cute smile, and had been flirting overtly with me for two years! My cock began to grow as I looked at her and thought how arousing it would be to suck those nice tits and to push my cock into her and pop her cherry. That’s what. I thought it was her mother at first but as they came to the car I saw she was smaller and thinner than Isabella. Isabella opened and got in the front seat and the other girl got in the back, both with backpacks. “Isabella, what is . . . ““Shit! Madre!” Isabella shouted, pointing at a window where a light had gone on. Mom was awake, no time to argue. I threw it in drive and kicked up pebbles as we drove off. “Isabella, what the fuck is going on, who is she?” “It’s my half sister.