.. writing, I mean ... because you get to flesh out all those dark thoughts that everybody has at one time or another, but can't admit they have becau...e then your drinking buddy would look at you and say things like "You want to do WHAT with your sister?!"Then it gets complicated when you try to brush over the error of admitting to your fantasy."Well, I don't actually HAVE a sister ... but if I DID have a sister, and she looked like Cindy, the secretary at work, I'd be really interested in. It was now clear she was the one giving the orders. Lily resumed their previous fuck with her hands on either side of Mike's head. The fuck was greatly intensified by the new sensations of Leslie's finger up her asshole and the dildo inside his. Her pussy felt tighter and caused a new, amazing pressure against Mike's cock.Leslie began thrusting the dildo and her finger in her c***dren's assholes in a steady, matching tempo. Mike's head was spinning from this wild sensation and it was soon clear. Gradually we became much bold. I started to insert my hands inside Sharu’s dress and press her boobs. So this continued for some days.Later one day everyone in Syeda’s home was busy preparing for their festival. They would go for a picnic. That day morning while washing clothes Syeda came to us. We were in a corner kissing and Sharu was stroking my dick. She said, “Can I also join you?”We were happy as our plan worked, and we acted innocent to her.Sharu: Your husband might harm my boy.Syeda: No. Since dad was alwaysworking I spent almost every night in bed with mom snuggled closed toher. I would always remember the scent of mom as I snuggled closed toher during those bad thunder storms. Mom would always tuck me in closeto her body and I could feel her breathing in my ear. I always felt so safein my mom’s arms.It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and mom was out at the pool, gettingher tan, and reading the current issue of playgirl. I so admired the way thather chest raised up as she took.