Mera aisa karne sai shikha aunty garam ho gayi or kahne lagi ab or mat tadpa raj apne iss 9 inch kai lund sai apni iss rand ki puss bhuja de mai ye sa...b sun kr unki chut ko apne lund sai pr jor jor sai ragdne laga vo or garam ho gayi or ek hath meri pith per rakha or dusre hath sai meri gardan daba mere lund per bhi dur sai thuka jusase unka adha thuk mere lund kai tope per or adha unhi chut per lag gya or shikha aunty nai kaha chod sale maderchod Ab kya subah hone per chodega” mai ye sun kar. How can I help you?”“My name’s Friday. This is Mr. Smith. Do you mind if I close the door?”“Be my guest,” Jim said, smiling. This might be fun if he was careful.He looked at the one called Friday as Mr. Smith closed the door and the three of them sat down.“Your first name wouldn’t be Joe, would it?” Jim asked.“That joke’s never been funny. And, yes, my first name is Joe.”“All right, since we’ve established the fact that you have no sense of humor, my first question remains. What can I do for. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, raising his fist to use the large dragon-head knocker in the dead center of the rich mahogany doors. Before he could touch the brass, the door swung open, and there stood a tall, old skinny man with tired eyes and whitening hair. "Ah you must be Mr. Doe. Please do come in." The old man beckoned John inside and closed the door behind him. "My name is Martin Woodsworth. Feel free to call me Mr. Woodsworth. I am the head butler around here. You arrived. I'm fucking one of our children, just as you are. And I love it, darling-- I love being fucked by my son!"Nikki wiggled on her father's dick, forced him to move with her in the sinuous tangling of crotch and legs and sex organs. He had to be close to orgasm anyhow, Betty thought, since he'd been stroking into that tight little box for so long already. Chad wouldn't be able to hold back much longer; as it was, the chock of seeing his son putting the meat to his wife had probably stopped Chad.