With a loud, “Shit!” I stood, rearranged my skirt, and answered the door.“Hi Bardhini.” It was my Uncle Kulkarni, looking downtrodden. “Kulk...arni chacha! What are you–? What’s wrong?” I was concerned. He never came to my house, and he hardly ever got upset. He said nothing; he just reached out and pulled me close to him. “I need you.” He whispered in a hoarse voice. “You, what?”I was confused. Uncle Kulkarni was teaching me law a while ago, but it pretty much ended in family shame. We hadn’t. Or how about me licking you while he fucks you?”“Ooh! You know sometimes I wish you would just lick me and lick me and not want to slide into me afterward. But ‘while’ he fucks me? I mean, you might accidentally lick him too. Wouldn’t that bother you?”“Not if it was just you that was on him. It would be like me sucking my fingers – or yours – after they were inside you.”“But it would be a dick you were sucking.”“Well, I didn’t say sucking, but, yeah. I like seeing two women together in some. 45 to replace the pair that I had ‘lost’ to evidence at the sewage plant. Packing a little reassurance, I broke several speed limits getting to the University. Just exactly what made me stop and go back home for that weapon I’ll never figure out to this day. Come to find out though, it made no difference whatsoever. ************ Taking the stairs down the basement (there was a freight elevator, but it was key operated only, a good thing since it was also noisy as heck). I found that the chain. Then she floored Ellen who's eyes were glued to her twisting and churning daughters in such out of their minds with pleasure and watching them cum over and over as these things squirmed in their tight little pussies. But worse than that was the woman telling her that they had a sucker mouth that right now opening and closing and sucking right against both her daughters little cervix and bottom of their pussies! Telling her they were sucking and feeding on all the juices the two of.