Before he could speak I started another of the songs but one just as full of love as the one before.Margaret came into the kitchen and quickly looked ...around. I finished the song by seating her at the table. She was just about to speak like her son when I started singing in some similar songs in German. I tried to make these light hearted as I prepared the next breakfast. Sandra came down with her father and I continued in the same theme till I switched to some old Irish songs. Sandra's eyes. She ran her hands through my hair getting a good grip with her other hand she dick slapped me lightly across the face then pushed the cock into my mouth and began short thrusting motions face fucking me. My cheeks were bulging out barely able to accommodate the huge dick. She gave me some encouragement, “You suck cock real good but lets see if you can deep throat.” She thrust her hips forward as she pushed down on my head with both hands. I gagged harshly as the enormous cock pushed down my. The owner of the farm that my grandfather and I lived on always hired migrant workers at the first of the year. Usually, older men who would come work the year on the farm and send their money back to their families then leave around December. This particular year he would hire three.After dinner from time to time, my grandfather and I would walk down to the workers living quarters. There the men would get into card games, domino games, or just sit and talk about life. Two of the men were. Aapko bhi toh lund chahiye na. mere jijaji ne bhi samjhaya aur meri jiji maan gayi“phir meri jiji ne mujhse kaha ki kya tumhe pata hai ki jo apni behan ko chodhta hai ushe zamane walekya khehete hain.meine kaha mujhe pata hai. lekhin mein tumhare muhh se sunna chahata hoontoh unhone kaha “BEHAN CHODH” meine kaha ki jab behan itni mast ho toh koi bhi bhai ushe chodhne ke bagaair kaise rahega.toh woh zor zor se hasne lag gayi.mere jijaji kurshi par bhaith gaye.mein jiji ko sulaya aur unke lips.