Her lips tasted like cherries… Chap Stick he realized. He hadn’t noticed it before. He rolled her over onto her back and moved back down to her br...easts for just a minute before sliding down to her shorts and yanking them down. She gasped as his fingers probed at her slit, and cried out in pleasure as his lips met hers. She proceeded to thrash as he pushed his tongue deep inside of her, reaching depths that his curious fingers had failed to reach. As a novice Michael did his best to make her. In the kitchen while breakfast was on the stove she leaned back against the counter sitting astraddle a stool wearing a white robe and I entered her hot and very wet by then cunt. Standing firm on the floor I banged away at her, shudders ran through her body as she came several times then I spent my load all over her tummy her hands eagerly rubbing my baby batter into her skin. After breakfast and a shower we moved to the front room where we took turns pleasuring one another orally. Finally I. It was so hot seeing them gather my spunk then share it with each other.They passed it back and forth, sharing that spunk with hunger, the three of them kissing. Mother and her two daughters just reveling in my seed. I grinned as I watched the incestuous sight. More of my cum dripped onto their breasts as they shared it.“Gods damn, I am glad to be here,” I groaned.“Mmm, that is hot,” Lasla said, her hips wiggling back and forth. “You going to share?”“Of course, he’s going to share,” said. It led inside to a washroom.Sejal was a studious girl, Kajal exactly the opposite. She was carefree and more of a lazy kind of girl. She would not tell yes to any work in one go. After lots of cajoling or if aunty used to show her anger, she would do any work. Kajal never had any doubts about her body.She loved her body. She would flaunt her assets at home without any inhibitions. She would wear shorts and short t-shirts or a short skirt, or a long t-shirt which we just above her knees. Once in.