Mere ghar me mai meri maa behen aur pitaji hai aur meri bua ka ghar mere ghar se 500m ki duri par hai. Mere fufa hamesa kam ke silsile me shahar me ra...ete hai. Bua unki beti aur unka ladka akele pad jate hai.Yeh mere shaher se ane ke ek hafte bad ki bat hai. Mere ghar ke sabhi logo ko shadi me jana tha par meri tabiyat kharab hone ki wajhe se me jaa nahi paya to ghar walo ne mujhe meri bua ke ghar sone ke liye kaha. Me jhat se man gaya. Dusre din me bua ke ghar pahuch gaya kyoki mere ghar wale. (Just a little back story, I was engaged to Lynn at the time, we were both 18. Lynn was about 5’4” 115 lbs, and a dancer/cheerleader in high school. About shoulder length blonde hair with light hazel eyes. Tits to die for, perfect perky 34 C’s . I’m about 6’4” 195 lbs at the time and in pretty good shape from scholarships funning track and cross country, plus other intramural sports. ) Being the end of spring semester I had my room all packed up ad ready to go. I had plans to stay with Lynn. His cock remained buried in her cunt even after Julie dropped her legs into the water beside him and stood up on tiptoes to kiss his panting mouth. She was impaled on his cock, and it was still hard! Her cunt began to quiver at the thought. Jesus, but she wanted more of that!"God! You're a delicious little fuck, kid!", he said."Oh, Bobby! That was fantastic! Do it to me again, please??", Julie whispered, covering the boy's neck and cheek with a flurry of hot little kisses.Bobby laughed. "Ok. "Mistress ... Sister ... Slave ... Brother..." Cheryl turned her head to look at him for a moment. "What does that mean?" He's my slave now, my lover ... But not in that way, not like you think," I told her, and that was a slight stretch because I knew I'd be fucking my brother soon enough."Your lover? ... That's ... Incest..." She was confused, but only a little, Cheryl was smart, she was quick. Another woman might have gotten stuck there for a moment or two, silly as that seems. People are.