The city did not suit your grandma much, and she died after 2 years. I was sad because she was my friend more than my wife. But your aunt Naina consol...ed me during those times. She would be with me all the time and satisfy all my needs. She made it easy for me to forget the sadness of the loss.Around a month after your grandma died, Ganesh visited our place. He came with his wife and his daughter (your mom). I was amazed looking at that young beauty. She turned out to be much hotter than I. My son’s salty treat spilled into my mouth. I shuddered, the thick cream spilling around my mouth. I savored the flavor, another tremble racing through my body. I gulped down his jizz. It warmed down to my belly while my son groaned.Such pleasure spilled across Faizel’s face. I gave him this rapture. My mouth. I excited him. He thought I was hot. Sexy. He grunted as he spilled the last blast of cum into my mouth. I swirled it around, loving the taste in my mouth, savoring it before I gulped it. Been so fucking long since I've felt a mans gentle touch.” “Liz, there's nothing wrong with being turned on by watching another girl playing with herself. It doesn't mean that you are bisexual, but there isn't anything wrong with being bisexual if you are a latent bisexual.” “Randy, have you ever watched a man masturbate? Have you ever watched two men make love? Did it turn you on?” The bathtub scene was just starting and I was already ready to shoot my first load all over Liz's hot little. She's kissing my ear and neck, before she tells me she is going to fuck me in the ass. Thats when I feel a well lubricated dildo in between my cheeks. The thought of Sheyla prepping the strap-on for me the way she prepped my cock for her friend leads me to groan audibly. Sheyla reaches down spreads my cheek apart and pushes slowly in. I slow my pace with Theresa down a bit to match Sheyla's. Soon I can feel the fullness the strap-on gives me as it all the way in. We pick up the pace. We must.