"Meh teri kuttey ma ki choot maro ga(I?m going tofuck this bitch?s cunt)". And with that dad pulled mom back to her feetand dragged her next door. Soo... we boys heard dad's grunts as he fucked ourmom. We listened quietly while masturbating ourselves. The next morning Narinder prepared Nahsta(breakfast) as usual. She tried to appear to us as though nothing unusual hadhappened the previous evening. Dad was still asleep. I was curious however andwith a grin asked "How's your choot(pussy) today ma. "Just it tickles. To have my brother's semen trickling down my thighs.She brought her arm back up, and showed me how she turned her head. She drew up and showed me a tight pair of her fingers cradling a gathered slug of my jism. She popped it in her mouth, and sucked both fingers clean. "Mmm, you taste so good."Then the tease turned away.I positioned another pair of logs on the fire, got them just right. While my sister drew down the blinds. Which were the genius of our father. Every window had. "One niceboy's little bit needs to touch another nice boy's little bit, and theyboth feel those lovely, flowery moments of sweetness, almost as much asgirls do." Girls?" exclaimed the boy."Do girls have better moments of sweetnessthan boys do then?" That all depends, honeypie," said his mother. "When boys are being verynice and behave like girls, their sweetness can be just as lovely. Oreven nicer." I want to feel as sweet as girls do, mama, only... I don't want myshorts to be taken down."His. While we called ourselves all sorts of names,that hadn’t been one of them. She really sounded down. Ihad been to her place only once when I helped her movean antique bonnet chest from her sister’s. Could I cheerher up? Should I? “Faint heart, etc. etc.” She only hadto say, “No.”This should be a little special so I decided to armmyself with the appropriate weapons designed to at leastgain entrance. Stopping at a shopping mall, I picked upsome red wine that I.