"They kidnapped my wife and son," I reminded him. "Estrada threatened to kill them, several times. What would you have done?" The same," he said immed...ately. "If I could. I'm not blaming you, I'm impressed. Es­trada was a fucking horror, a latter-day Jackal." He was referring to another, earlier terrorist, coincidentally also named Carlos although with different—and multiple—surnames, who'd plagued the international community a decade or so earlier."Yes," I said, remembering the menace of the. Amber would lean over, putting in her input, "Here son, sometimes this makes it feel better as well" I noticed she would spit in her hand, letting a thick coat fall into her palm before she let it fall onto our son's shaft. As our son began to stroke, he struggled to get his grip back at the new slippery surface, but quickly found his rhythm again. I grinned to her and she flashed a smile, sitting back to let father and son bond.I could feel my hardness twitching and growing deeper in. She has a beautiful face and I know my uncle is very fond of that face as well as me. Well, it starts way before I was 7 years old. Even then I know how exceptionally sexy she is. I used to go to their house often. Then for studies I was sent to hostel and I completed my 12th outside the city. But now after completing it I live here in Delhi.So, I was so happy that I now I would finally get to see my mami. But to my surprise she was waiting for me which I will tell after.So 10 days after coming. Then, she sucked cum from Beth’s butt. We never did have supper but went to bed.In the morning, Heather was between my legs sucking my cock until I shot my load down her throat. She held me close until I released my bladder’s contents into her stomach. She then moved to Beth and did the same with Beth. The three of us got out of bed and cleaned up. Beth went to work while Heather and I dressed to shop for another car.Heather asked, “What do you want?”“I really don’t know. I figure something.