. . Then, he knew.His nose was lightly pressed to her ass hole. Then he felt it. Air. Warm air. He knew what it was. She had farted in his face! ...ut, he was helpless. He was addicted to her scent; to their scent. He inhaled. He was sniffing her fart and it was intoxicating and addicting and it pushed him further into the abyss of depravity as he inhaled her gas and then, she farted again, only this time, it was a full and airy fart that seemed to last for a full minute. He smelled it. . Sexy figure.One fine day when I returned from office, I found a newly wedded couple shifting in my adjoining flat. I said Hello to guy and told him that i am staying in this adjoining flat. I used to stay with my friend in 2 BHK flat but presently he has gone to UK on a project. When we were talking, I came to know that they are basically from Chandigarh. I too belong to Chandigarh. We had dinner together at my flat along with his wife. After 3-4 days, I again met him and came to know he is. She was moaning louder from every fuck she was giving herself and started screaming at one point, this got me even more hornier. Then when she slowed down and stopped I assumed then she had cummed but no there was more, she inserted a second cucumber slowly and deeply in to her arse and she started fucking both her slutty holes. She was screaming even more loudly, bouncing up and down her bed, I was wanking faster and harder and I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I started to cum really hard. Lekin usne ab shaadi kar li aur bache bhi ho gayein uske.” followed Iqbal. I realized there is no such shame in incest. I love my mother and sister unconditionally. What is wrong if I make love to them. This way, our love would grow more intense. That is why, I continue to call my mother “Mom or Maa” because I everytime I make love with her, I want to feel that I am making love to my mother, my janani.The function was over and now it was time for my second suhagraat with my sister. I was told.