I never had any respect for him since my childhood. He was never like other dads. He was weak and a loser fellow. My mom was completely broken due to ...his and didn’t allow him to put a step inside home afterward. So, dad stayed at his friend’s home.Mom and I were alone now and I used to spend time with her all the time. I used to sleep with mom at night too and hug her tightly. She used to sleep facing the other side and I would hug her from the back. Also, I didn’t mind putting my hard dick in. Mai bi thuma paan cha thi hu. Mera dimag na kaam kar na band kar diya, mai khushi ka mara pagal ho gaya….. Sonali bhabi boli itna dhoor kyu bhata ho mear pass aa oo. Mai sofa sa huta aur Sonali bhabi ka bagal mai ja betha. Sonali bhabi na skirt aur shirt phan raka tha.Mear lund pori thara khad ho gaya. Sonali bhabi ko meri tight jeens mai sa mera lund ka ubar saff saff dhik rah tha. Sonali bhabi boli jeens shyad phat ja a gi aur jor jor sa hass na lagi. Aur apna haat mera lund par rakh diya.. . do as you wish..." Ohh my little pet, the things we will do together..." his hands rested on my hips, they tightened and he began moving his. "What do you wish my slave?"I took a deep breath and started gently rotating my hips. "I wish to satisfy you, in the way most intimate way possible, all I desire is to feel you fill me with your bubbling sperm."My tight opening had been rubbed dry by my lingerie, but as his bulbous head pressed into me the slippery lubrication began to do its work."Talk. Her sensual mouth was open and slack, and she seemed to look right through me.I heard a whoosh, followed immediately by a sickeningly loud crack, and Noel let out a little high-pitched grunt and said "Oh God." The Cuban girl said something in Spanish, sounding worried, and Mort said something back that made her laugh. A bright red welt appeared on Noel's ass, making a sharp contrast with her pale skin.I felt sick to my stomach with fear and anger, and I said "Jesus Mort, take it easy - can't we.