I was looking at all this from the glass above the door of the bathroom. Mom was wearing a short kurti and shorts. The kurti exposed her huge cleavage.... Dad asked mom “Where is kunal ??” mom replied that I was sleeping because I have a headache. Dad “Last night was fun, lets replay it again”. Mom gave a small bite on her lip and said ” last night was real fun”Dad came and kissed mom and slide his hand in moms kurti and squeezed her boobs. Mom started unbuttoning dad shirt and kissed him on his. My hands slithered down onto her shoulders while she placed her palms onto my boobs. She squeezed them a bit and I returned the favor with her shoulders. Our tongues also constantly rubbed onto one another.After about ten minutes, she pushed me off her and I fell down next to her. "You are the perfect step sister," she commended me, leaning up."Thank you."She instantly grabbed my hands and brought me up with her. "Let's have some fun," she recommended, undoing my shorts.She yanked them off me. Out from beneath the trees come seven men, all black, all tall - six foot two or three - dressed like Zulu warriors, with long assagai spears and shields. They form a half circle behind the phallus, and plant their assagais in the ground, before laying down their shields, and holding up their right hands in the universal sign of peace. I straighten up, and return the gesture. Now that my fear is fading, I am beginning to admire their long, lean bodies. Looking at them closely, I see that they. ” I shivered with the memory of that hitherto unknown pleasure. “That means everything below the top of your lovely slit must go. If you want to keep some on your mound, that is acceptable ... I would prefer it clear cut, but I will not make that an order.”At this point we were served a shrimp salad that was unspeakably wonderful. The servers were in and out in seconds. I asked about ordering and he said it was taken care of, for this conversation he did not want anybody to hover. I felt very.