That is the tough one for me.“They can fuck her brains out, but I don’t want her to develop feelings for them. She sort of does in a way every now...and then, but you know what I mean.”‘I thought that I knew what he meant. He wanted some sort of exclusivity for her heart. He doesn't mind that she gets the big dick every now and then. But the heart is secret for him only.’“I don't mind it that much that she gets fucked so good that she forgets her own name. I even find it sexy, and I get a hard-on. Shared likes and dislikes and Review of my Sex Story.I asked for her photo without her face, so that her privacy remains safe and I also get the idea with whom I’m talking to.She agreed and send me her photo full body below the neck (Just as I asked her to send without a face).So, for next few days, we texted, sex chatted and it goes on for next 15 days, we became quite frank.One day she asked me If I was interested in Manali Trip, I agreed.When the Manali trip got finalized She texted me. They had been to young when their father died.Wild memories of her past flooded her mind. When she was on the phone with Denise, she commiserated with her, about how disgusting it was to fuck your own daughter. But off the phone, her mind was racing. Memories of her brother, and father constantly between her thighs. They would be fucking, and eating her. Frequently at the same time. It was not unusual that she had a cock in her mouth and one in her cunt. Or one in her ass and one in her cunt.. With eyes locked and intense he slid into her slowly and as deeply as he could. She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a soulful cry (not quite a squeal but near it). He lingered for a moment relishing the feel and tightness. Then he reared back and in the truest rawest sense of the word began to fuck her. It was like he was in another world, sweat poured from both of them as he trusted harder and harder. She met each thrust willingly, eyes now half open and mouth agape. The word.