I am new here and this is just me trying to recall the events that happened and writing a biased story from my perspective. Do tell me if there’s an... feedback on my writing style! Thanks.I was brought up in an extremely conservative middle-class family with just my mom and dad. When I say conservative, it is mainly my mom as my dad was mostly away with work. I won’t go into the specifics of their jobs, maybe in another story, but both of them work – my dad working abroad and my mom working. His erect cock throbbed madly, and he wondered if these rapacious actions of his mouth might bring him to climax. Lying there he looked up into that wonderful valley between her parted thighs. His mind felt out of control because of her wild ministrations.Then, just like before, as though Emma was working to a set plan, she was gone from above his head, those glorious feet were removed. Guy watched in some dismay as she moved towards his waist and knelt there, her fingers stroking along his. Clenching her jaw tightly, Faith started throwing the knives again. They sank deep into the wood, cracking the surface as the f*rce of the throws started splitting the block apart. She could feel Dawn's eyes on her, and it was starting to make her skin burn and hum. Damn it, she shouldn't feel this way about a friend, especially one that was B's little s*ster. But as she continued to throw her knives, she could still feel Dawn's eye on her. Throwing the last knife, she spun to face her. The sofa was creaking like hell! She made all kinds of moans, only if dad saw what his beloved wife was doing. I knew she won’t breastfed me the next day also because Ashok would feed on her after he’s done fucking her. Around 4 pm mom woke up, covering her body with her sheet. Ashok was still asleep. She left for the bedroom to sleep with dad so doesn’t judge that something was going wrong.Next morning Ashok surprised us with a news that he is accompanying dad as he got the job in Qatar after.