Mai ab unke samne poori tarah nagn baith gayee. Unhon nedobara ankhen kholi aur mere badan se unki najaren chipak kar rahgayee. Maine age ki or jhuk k...ar unke charan chhuye. Unhon ne merenagn kandhon par apne hathon ko rakha aur fir unhe fislate huye merestano ko chhua. Ek baar unhe masal kar mere dono nipples ko apnehathon se pakad kar umethne lage. Mere munh se uttejna aur dard semili juli “aaaaaahhh” nikalne lagi. Unhon ne achanak mere dononipples ko apne mutthiyon me bhar kar apni or ek. Never crossing that line. Although, to be honest, she had no idea where that line was... Or even if there was one?She shivered when Charlie closed the door. When he turned back to face her, she was facing him. He was now glaring at her tits. She felt naked. She felt excited. The look on his face was exciting. He was excited. She glanced down at his crotch again and could swear that his penis was longer and thicker than it was a moment ago.Maybe, she would show him her tits? The thought of. As Cal scrambled off the bed, sweeping his robe from a nearby chair, Pete faced his father defiantly."What's the idea of breaking in here?" the elder son demanded."Keep your voice down!" Gus snapped. "What's the idea of you being here in the first place?" That's Millie's business, not yours." Come on, Pete!" Cal urged, struggling into his robe. "For cripe's sake!"Gus whirled on his younger son. "You're the worst! You bedded your brother's wife." Pete screwed her before I did," Cal hissed."Is. Miranda closed the book, set her pen down and got off the couch. Smiling down to Curt, she kissed the top of his head, Goodnight, sweetie. Night, Curt nodded, watching her hips sway as she left the room, the t-shirt coming down where her ass ended. He rolled his eyes. The book, he thought. Ive seen her write in it for several weeks. I bet its a diary. Maybe shes writing ALL about black men, sex, and stupid shit like that. Curt sighed heavily, annoyed at himself for feeling anger and guilt, at.