You can call me Reddy.”“Arun always talks about you, and he says that he wants to be like you,” Kavita told him infront of everyone“Arun will ...have to work a lot more if he wants to become like me. Don’t worry, I will teach him a thing or two” Reddy said and again patted my back. Both my mom and wife laughed at that.“I am sure Arun will learn a lot from you tonight,” My wife said smilingly“Arun and Kavita, take good care of Mr. Reddy while he is here, I have to get back to the party. Excuse me,”. She would hang on me telling me that I was just like my dad in everyway looks and personality. Late at night she would be in the kitchen drunk with the radio playing loud and she always wanted me to dance with her. She would take off her bra and panties in front of me from under her dress and I would think about catching a peek at her boob's or vagina. She was so drunk she would be calling me by my father's name, Larry, and saying how much she loved me and she would pull me to her chest to. Her balls were pumping massive amount in his stomach with each stroke. His lips were stretched around her huge cock shaft, trying very hard to hold all the cream in his mouth. After she was completely spent and having ripped open Larry savagely by repeated stabbing with the dildo, she finally pulled out. Larry looked up to see nothing but fire in her eyes as she quickly ambushed his ass, pushing her cock in his tight asshole. Whispering loud, she was deciding to ram hard into Larry to make him. "Don't cum inside of me!" Why is that turning me on so much? "Don't cum inside of me!" Face down and keep begging!" Jason ordered as he gripped my hips.I put my cheek down on the bed looked into my mirror, a rush of pleasure overwhelming me as I obeyed Jason's instructions. Every time Jason's toned white hips clapped against my huge brown ass, the fat in my chubby body rippled and my tits rocked back and forward. My jet black curls didn't attempt to hide the guilt-ridden expression of.