Bhaiya jyada tar job pr he rehte the to meko dikkat nai hoti thi. Kayi baar unke bacche ko padata tha to wo saath me beth jaati thi. Mere mere baaju m... bethti thi to mai bahane se apna haath unke boobs pe maar deta tha. Page palatne k bahane se. Mai sorry bolta to wo smile krti bss.Fir aaise he ek din mai padane gya to unke bacche ki tabiyt kharab thi. To mai pucha kya hua to bhabhi bolti use bukhaar hai. To mai wapis aane lga to bhabhi boli ruk na. Baate krte hai. Mai akele bore he ho rhi thi.. I quickly nodded, unable to speak.Drawing the fingers from her cunt, she plunged them into her mouth and eagerly feasted on her juices."Oh fuck!" I thought to myself as my cock throbbed and precum dribbled from the slit in its defined head and oozed down the sides.It instantly transformed into ultra-slick lubrication, as I voraciously grip-fucked my fat spike.Within minutes, my balls began to tighten. I knew it wouldn't be long until I erupted. "Oh God," I groaned with a low growling tone. It is a matter between our private parts and we should not be a party to it and stay out of it and clear”. Aunty kind of agreed to my thinking but then again denied saying no; I was not in my senses and did not understand that for the first time, I should have been with some virgin to make it a special and memorable fucking and I once again had to cut her saying, “She was so special for me and this will always be a sweet memory that I will never like to share with anyone”. I have a hunch that. My second child, Elizabeth, is 18 years old, the daughter of myself and her father both biologically and in terms of her upbringing, the acting father of my son, and my former husband, Arthur Walsh. She is the sunny, flirtatious sort, her dark hair usually in pigtails framing her unbearably cute facial features and the same brilliant emerald eyes as Arthur. Her body is sleek, springy, and athletic in contrast to my own voluptuous curves. About a year and a half ago, I returned home early from a.