Main baad mein dekhungi.Uncle – Oh, Nisha ye bhi chudwa legi. Oh, dono ek se badh kar maal ho. Teri mom ghar par nahi hai to tum dono ke maze bhi bo...ut aayenge.Uncle ab usko kiss karne lage.Nisha – Oh, papa mom ko bhi aise hi chodte ho kya?Uncle – Hmm bas tere boobs bade ho jaye fir to tu apni mom ko bhi pichhe chhod degi. Teri mom ke bade bade boob chusta hun to maza aata hai.Uncle Nisha ke hoth chusne lag gaye. Ab mujh se raha nahi gaya. Main bhi apni chut sahlane lagi.Uncle – Nisha ab doggy. Her moans and pleas made him fuck her harder, his dick slamming in and out of her cunt. ‘More! Faster!’ She yelled. ‘Come on, Ross! Fuck me harder!’ Ross complied. His cock slid deep into Scarlett’s pussy, her wetness dripping down onto her legs and making his cock slippery inside of her. Scarlett’s fingers slid over her own body, caressing her breasts while her closest friend (now her lover) watched with delight. She pinched her nipples and teased them mercilessly, her eyes locked on his all. As I got up, my boxer felt so sticky and crusty that I had to change them. I took out a fresh pair of clothes out of my bag, took a quick shower, and went outside. Going outside, Carol was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on her cup of coffee. "Morning sleepy head." Carol said."Morning." I said in return. "Did you sleep well last night?" Yeah." She replied. "I would say the same to you as well."I wondered what she meant by that. I decided to make myself a cup of coffee. Leaving the coffee. Pronounced Zee, not Zed. I lived with my mom and my 2 years younger sister, Fran. Mom worked as a model. Not every lady of 31 could do that, but she could. Thinking back I’m pretty sure she did a little hooking on the side. I do remember babysitters at random times. I thought she was dating, looking to replace her ex.I do not remember our dad, the ex. He split when I was 2 and Fran was a baby. From what little mom said about him she was glad to have him gone.Mom had her name with several.