Ab to m bhi roj kisi na kisi uncle ke samne jakar khadi ho jati , mujhe to hamesa tharki uncle hi milte , jo moka milte hi mere badan per hath firate ...r mere piche khade hokar meri back per apna lund ragdte rehte . Dhire dhire is sab me mujhe maja aane laga .Ab to m sachool se aate time or school jate time ye maje leti hi rehti , jis din koi uncle ya ladka mere boobs na dabaye ya mere piche khada hokr apna lund na chubhaye mujhe acha sa feel nhi hota .School se akar m wash me kapde change karne. . . . My queen.’ He told her as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. ‘Rescue me? From what Bob?’ She asked with a worried look and wondering had the old curse once again returned to claim her? ‘Why from eating to many pies and having that plump ass spread.’ He told her pinching her cheek. ‘Oh, are we trying to be a comedian again? Thank goodness you still have a day job or my ass wouldn’t be plump.’ She told him sticking her tongue out at him. As they walked into the parlor to join the. My finger massaged her clit; and I could feel her body start to relax.Mycockhead entered her sphincter. It was just the head but the sensation was overwhelming. Her anal sphincter throbbed and succeeded in gripping my cock tighter.I wanted to prolong this moment of penetrating my bahu’s ass. She was my son’s wife, but now my lover, my bitch and so much more. She was breathing hard. She was in pain but she had begun to relax and enjoy the new sensation. I kissed her back and shoulders. I kissed. She was liking my hand rubbing her pussy while she was fucking my dad so I kept doing it and they both soon had really wild orgasms that I helped them have. It was really cool. Especially when Clare had hers and pushed down on my dad real hard, trapping my hand between them as I felt them both get off. So cool.Then, I sucked my dad, getting him good and hard and put a condom on him, got on him and rode him next. Clare's hand was up between us rubbing like I had with them. Oh, does that add.