We walk on holding hands, and a Harrods bag containing hours of fun and beauty for both our bodies and eyes. "Come on, next appointment is at 1:00, ...n the Georgian tea room". You look at me as if I plan another licking and fucking session. A look of surprise, disbelief and total respect, could this Englishman really be ready again? I interpret your look perfectly and laugh. This is not only an erotic day to be filled with as much touching and fucking as we can fit in, but also a day of. When we reached there the shops shutter was closed and Rahul uncle opened it. When we entered into the room I saw another fucking session of mom. This time mom was being fucked by sanoop Uncle and Vijayan uncle. Mom was lay on vijayan uncles body and he is fucking moms hairy pussy with his 11 inch black dick and sanoop uncle in moms ass hole.Mom is moaning loudly with the rhytham of the fuck.Everybody was naked.Seeing this I looked downwards with shame. Then rahul uncle went near to moms head. When we’d exhausted our energy, we’d clamber up the banks and flop down on the grass under the trees, chomping on fallen apples and staring into the blue sky, letting the sun brown our bare skin and relax our wiry frames. In our hard lives, where work in the fields and the mill from dusk to dawn was the daily reality, with no mother to love us and a tired, ageing father to worry about, this was a small dose of heaven. I’d often seen faces peering down from the small windows in the castle wall. I was pregnant. I was fourteen, pregnant, and knocked up by my own brother. The brother who loved me. The brother who would support me. The brother who was happy I was pregnant, his hands squeezing my ass through my nightgown, his cock growing hard beneath me as he kissed me. I clutched to him tightly, kissing him back.The last two weeks had been magical. It really wasn’t surprising I was pregnant. Maybe we could have gotten away with him cumming in me the first time without a condom. Even if.