I asked Bindu to do lap dance. She was not ready but madan asked her again. She convinced and stood up. I played an item song (Asaiya Kaathula thoodu ...vittu) she started giving lap dance. Her ass was very tight and beautiful in that black saree. Madan could not control so he unzipped and left his cock out. Even I removed my sorts.Bindu saw both the cocks and she was rubbing both cocks of us in turn. Ours was rock hard. I asked her to do strip dance. Soon she removed her saree. Her Mangoes were. My cock slid in and her arms came up around my back; she pressed me hard against herself. Then she began to move. Not only did she gyrate, thrust and squeeze me with her legs. Her pussy grabbed hold off my cock and began to massage me. Never in my life had I felt something like it. It was as if her cunt was alive and not part of the rest of her. Within minutes I felt my balls contract, I realized I wasn’t using a rubber, and it might sound strange that a serial killer would worry about STD,. My head don’t even hurt. They showed me a mirror and my eye is alright. I can hear good and look at my hand,” Duncan smiled and showed them he was almost well already, flexing his fingers then making a fist.“We’ll be at the steamboat docks early, Duncan, it leaves at ten tomorrow. We’ll have some friends going back with us too,” Eli told him and grinned at Jefferson. They knew Duncan was going to be surprised by this story too.“Who, Eli? You ain’t done got some more women have you?”“No, we have. Sometimes I would see my mom comforting my dad’s balls by rubbing it as he drilled Munmun’s vagina.All this went on for over 2 years and my dad just kept growing more desperate.When I was 17 a turning point came in all our lives. My dad decided to marry Munmun and keep her as his second wife. At the time my dad was 46 and Munmun 33. They got married in a small ceremony at home attended by some friends and relatives. I was embarrassed beyond measure but had to silently accept. On the suhaagraat.