"No, you don't," she said, shaking her head. "Am I now evil, grandmother?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know," she said, then sh...ok her head again. "No, child, I cannot believe you are. You are my own flesh and blood, my grandchild. I cannot believe you are evil." There were tears in her eyes and I went to her, she held me close, rocking me, kissing the top of my head. "I'm sorry, grandmother," I said, truly meaning it. "I know, child, I know. I wish you had not chosen. . Bua dar gyi or osne mujhe kaha ki tu samne baith mai cahata hu tu sab dekhe kya ho raha hai. Maine mana kr diya to osneFir dhamki di to mai baith fya sofe pe to osne bua ko kaha ki pent utar meri bua ne oski pent utari fir oska underwear utara oska lamba lund tha bua bohot nervous dikh rhi thi osne kaha ki ab mere jo lund me dard hai oski malish kr dard khatam hi jati chaiye to bula ne oska lund hilana shuru ki bua cahati nahi thi but aapni izzat bachane ke liye bua ne kiya bua oska lund hila. After a couple of minutes of rubbing each other's chests and hips, and a couple of open-mouthed kisses, he grabbed some shower gel and began to soap my body. He played with my chest and nipples, then turned me around and washed my back and legs. Finally, he lifted my leg to the rim of the tub, and thoroughly washed the back of my thighs and my ass, paying particular attention to my asshole. He fingered and played with my hole, then rinsed me off. By the time he was done with his. She would breathe in sharply then dad would make us all wobble on the sofa. “Horsey mom, horsey” I would cry out.I would climb on top of her tummy and wobble back and forward, holding on to her big naked tits with my little hands as not to fall off. Mom would smile back at me and she would make panting noises. We always ended with a gallop going faster and faster before mom grunted and lifted us up off the sofa for a few seconds. As I got older the horse rides became more frequent, maybes.