“My family has a history of dealing with spirits. I’d like not to brag, but I’m unfortunately gifted with visions,” I replied, trying to keep ...my mind off my boner.She asked about my visions twenty minutes later.“So, you can see into the future and shit?”“Well, not exactly,” I chuckled. “The visions are usually about people that I’m close with, in either a situation of sickness or death. It’s been a while though and didn’t happen with my grandfather.”I saw her nipples protruding through her. She wasn’t sure who the father of her child was. When Karan was 5, Meenu had a client named Vakil., who developed a soft corner for Meenu and saw something in Karan. Vakil, who was a part of the Mumbai underworld, had moved to Delhi. He took Karan under his wings. Meenu and Karan were left wanting for nothing. Karan started taking part in Vakil’s business from a young age and slowly developed the empire. Now he was the top boss and Vakil his right hand man. Karan hated his mother. He had no. She thought she would be ripped apart. The pain was intense, worse than anything she had ever felt before, including the rape with the plunger.Frantic thoughts ripped through her mind. "He is too big! He will tear me up! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"The head of his iron hard cock suddenly plopped past the courageous, but over-matched involuntary muscle of her asshole sphincter. He stopped pushing as soon as it breached that bottleneck to give her a chance to accommodate to his size. The pain in her butt. The video opened on the bed I was sitting on, the view looking down on the whole of the bed. I gasped as my Dad, naked as the day he was born moved into view, sat with his back to the headboard and took his cock in hand and started to masturbate himself.I watched spell-bound as my dad's cock grew and grew to an impressive size and thickness. It must have been 8.5" long and really thick. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I jumped a little when my dad called out to some-one off camera."Sammi,.