Aur unke boobs to aise hai k jo bhi deke bas unhe dabana chahe aur gand zyada moti nhi magar aisi hai k lund khade kar de koi bhi salwar paadh k lund ...husana chahe.Ab story par aata ho mere mausa jo 1 goverment job krtehai unhe unke office me 1 ladki se pyaar hogaya ye bat mausi ko pata chali to unho ne unse khub jhagda kiya to wo unhe divorce dene ki dhamki dene lage aur us ladki se shadi karne k bare me bol rahe the to meri mausi jo mere se pehle se zyada close thiTo unho ne mujhe sab kuch. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. Now that I knew Rita was as much of a slut as the rest of my girls sharing her with my Dad was in the realm of possibilities.I mentioned that to my mother when we were alone and she smiled in agreement. "I'll find a way of broaching that subject with him soon."I went home with Rita that night. I had been hard most of the day so we were barely in her front door before I yanked her pants and underwear to her ankles before forcing my prick into her damp. After the first incident, a couple of weeks later, a second one followed up. This one led to a very intimate, very sexual conversation, which in turn, led to a very physical, sexual encounter in my step-daughter Karly's bedroom.We ended up naked, on her bed, kissing, touching in intimate ways that you would not ever expect a step-daughter and step-father to do, and the ensuing result was her having multiple orgasms on her bed, on the receiving end of my fingers in more ways than one. It was,. My husband eats at his desk most mornings, and I am thrilled that you are here to share breakfast, so sit down."Oh ... And by the way ... Please refrain from calling me Mrs. Dryden. We are family now, and I hope you feel comfortable calling me mother. If not, Polly will do fine. Hamilton hopes you will call him Dad. I do too." She flicked her napkin just so, and it landed perfectly across her lap. Polly Dryden had lots of class, and plenty of steel in her.We were going to get along. I could.