Uske chehre ki damak aur besharam thahaake, aaj usko party ki jaan banaye hue the.Nidhi ki nazron mein Raakhi badi behan se kam nahi thi. Lekin aaj ka...re mein Raakhi ka raand wala roop dekhne ke baad, Nidhi ke liye uske rishte pashopesh mein pad gaye the.Pata nahi ye Nidhi ka bhram tha, ya haqeekat, lekin Raakhi ki chaal kuch ladkhadayi si lag rahi thi. Nidhi ki nazar ghoom-fir ke Raakhi par hi tik jati. Jab bhi Raakhi apna wazan ek pair se doosre pair par daalti, kahi ladkhadaati, saree adjust. Hard. His mouth was hot. A wave of relaxation settled into my arms and shoulders. Startled, I withdrew.He sighed, shuddering.“Oh, please do that again, Lovely.”I jerked in surprise. This was the first time he had spoken. His voice was deep and languid. Well, I figured since it was my dream I could oblige. I leaned over and touched my lips to his again. He insinuated his tongue between my lips. It was hot and slick, tasting of musk and salt. His tongue seemed to expand, filling my mouth. It felt. Dianne's neck and back arched, shoving more of her aching swelling tits into her son's mouth. She moaned uncontrollably as she rotated and slowly thrust her hips up to meet his, his prickshaft ballooning inside her.In a matter of minutes, Dianne could feel his cock - thicker and longer and harder - sliding into the insatiable depths of her pussy once more. With long slow steady strokes he fed his cock into her, pulling it all the way out sometimes till the huge cock-knob popped right out of her. You know what she gave me that year?A keychain.In the shape of a guitar.I don't even play guitar!So, anyway, being the miserable, self-abusing asshole that I am, I was shopping for Christmas and trying to figure out what to get her. The mall had shown me everything it had, and I had one of two reactions to every possible gift:Reaction #1 : Not personal enough.Reaction #2 : Too personal.I hate Christmas. What did I have to look forward to? My parents were long since dead, my sister had her own.