I have got invitation from my Co-brother to their place on the next Sunday, to have lunch with them. I happily agreed, since I got a chance to see my ...aali and also to have some nice home -made food, as I am fed up with the hotel food all the way. I have reached their place by 11.30 am on the designated day, carrying some fruits, sweets and a nice saree for my Saali (as directed by my wife)By the time I have reached their place, my co-brother is not in home, as he has to attend some last minute. Now she begged me. “I would love to enjoy your cock after you fucked my daughter’s asshole.”Dominating her had been so sweet. She was no longer a bitch thanks to my mind-control. No longer yelling at her poor daughter for the slightest thing.“My pussy needs your cock after you reamed my asshole,” Kendall Lyon moaned. The Black teen, fifteen and a year older than me, had skin that was more a light mocha, her nipples pink atop her round tits. Her father must have been White, not that he’d ever. Her nipples were hard and her chest was heaving. ‘You’re always so gentle, I can’t believe it!’ Mitch didn’t want to make love in the kitchen again so he stood up. Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs to her bedroom. There he stripped her tank top off, then he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her slim legs. Since he had to kneel to get her slacks off, her vagina was right in front of his face. He leaned forward and kissed the mat of crinkly brown hair covering her middle.. “Listen to the sound of my voice. Do you like to fish?”“I guess,” he said, and shrugged. “I haven’t gone since I went in the service.”“But you enjoyed it?”“Yeah,” he answered.“Then imagine sitting next to the lake. You can hear the birds singing in the trees. The lapping of the water against the shore. Smell the moist earth. Feel the sun and the wind on your face. You have your pole in hand, the taut line stretching out into the water. You crank the reel, slowly drawing the lure back toward.