Maine aage bad kar darwaja khola aur rickshaw se daddy ko utara. Woh bilkul bheege hue the aur nashe main the. Main hairan thee kyonkee mere papa ko k...abhi ess halat main maine nahin dekha tha. Main papa ko lekar ander aa gayee aurapne kamare main bethaya. Aur ek ek karunke kapde uttarne shuru kiye. Shirt aur banyain uttar kar maine unje badan ko towel se ragad ragad kar sukhaya aur achanak unkee pant ke zip khol dee. Woh etne nashe main the kee unko pata hee nahi chal raha tha kee main kaya kar. Lastly, I found that I also enjoyed the flavor of the juices that covered her panties. The aromatic fragrance of the combined pussy honey and cock slime filled my nose with a savory smell similar to fresh fish roasting in a lemon butter cream sauce. And the salty-sweet taste of the gooey fluids was equal to the delicious taste and texture of eating raw oysters from the shell.The next change in our relationship came when we were sitting on her bed talking one day and the doorbell rang. Tara went. I wiggle my hand until it’s inside. I cup his entire package in one hand. The softness is unbelievable. I squeeze it gently and rub it. The blood starts to flow. I can feel it in my palm. The pressure rises and my young brother gets hard. My own heart is pounding hard and I feel my own underwear getting soaked in pre-cum. I try to use my fingers to jerk him but there isn’t much room in his tight underwear. I kiss his neck a few times. Then my brother swears softly. His game character. His Uncle Salvatoré looked at his sparring partners in a similar manner but grandfather was no warrior.There was a disturbance of the easy flow of happy conversation and laughter. All eyes went to the door as a newcomer appeared and Pzerra was alone in his puzzlement as to why everyone was suddenly hostilely interested in the stranger's appearance.And strange it was. The man was tall, taller than his grandfather and maybe taller than Uncle Salvatoré, who was the tallest person Pzerra knew. The.