.Phir mai apni side paar so gaya aur wo piche se meri marne laga.. maine usse pura lund nahi dalne diya.. thoda hi dala tha par abh mujhe maza aa raha...tha.. ladki ki tarah mai chud raha tha.. wo jor jor se pattke maar raha tha.. chat chat awaz aa rahi thi.. phir usne pura kund daal diya.. aur khub soda.. mujhe chudwane me bohot maza aa raha tha.. maine apne badan uske hawale kaar diya tha.. aur wo jam ke maza ke raha tha..Uske lund se pani nikal raha tha.. mere gand me gaise aag lag rahi. "For a short moment I wondered about her change. I sure hoped she was not getting inspiration outside the house. Then I remembered dad's words about her: Her love and infatuation, and I pushed the thought away. Her first gift was a pair of Y-fronts, made of some shiny, light blue material."They should go well with your blue eyes, dear. Try them on. If they fit I'll get more, and never see those silly shorts any more."I stripped quickly and slipped into them. The smooth, silky feeling was very. ” “Do you remember,” she started, “before he did it, he used to always tell us he loved us, and it was only for our own good?” “Yes,” I said. I still had no idea what she was leading up to. “Well”, she started, “I need you to start by showing my pussy how much you love it. You do love my pussy, don’t you, Wayne?” “Oh, yes, very much,” I said, looking right at the pouting entrance to her pussy, “but, how would you like me to do that?” “Wayne, last night was your first. Gently they stir, gently riseThe dead are newborn awakeningWith ravaged limbs and wet soulsGently they sigh in rapt funeral amazementWho called these dead to dance?Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?Was it the wilderness c***dren?Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?I called you up to anoint the earthI called you to announce sadness falling like burned skinI called you to wish you wellTo glory in self like a new monsterAnd.