"No fucking way!" Taylor spat. "This isn't some fucking free for all, is it Dean?" she looked down at Dean who by now was sitting up, his mammoth cock...still pointing stiffly north. "Well, I dunno, I guess I could, can't we, can't we all just get along?" Dean replied. Taylor swung around to confront the amused Christy. "This is so fucking like you Christy! You're always trying to fucking horn in on me!" she looked back at Dean. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, you won't have a drop left for her!". It had connectors for external devices (like a recording device). While various government agencies worked to approve that device for use, she worked on the accessories for it.Within a month she had finished two inventions: First was an audio/video interface, which let you record music and/or images that you simply imagined in your head. The second was a communicator -- a device which clipped to one's belt and could transmit thoughts to another person also so equipped. The communicator didn't. ”He did as she asked and slowly it entered her. She gripped his bottom pulling him tight against her. Slowly he began to fuck her thrusting into her tight little opening. She felt as though she was going to be split in two as his enormous tool went deeper and deeper stretching her cunt wider than she imagined possible.The feeling was delicious and as he began to thrust faster she relaxed and gave in to the fabulous sensation coursing through her body. She came and as she did her vagina went. She had shown her colors by getting married to my father by doing inter caste love marriage. She ran away with my father and never returned to her parents.She did not leave her habits even after 20 years of her marriage. I have seen her flirting with many people. So this incident happened when I saw her having an affair with my own uncle. I saw both of them kissing and also saw uncle pressing her boobs whenever they got chance. I was not able to control myself but did not know what to do. But.