Uncle ne mere muh me hi pichkari maar di jise mujhe pina pada. Pata nahi kitne saalo se uncle ne apne tatto me itna muth jama kiya tha. Kuch muth meri... naak se bahar tapakne laga jise dekhkar uncle ki hasi chut padi. Mene jaldi se unki shirt se naak saaf ki or sidhi hokar kapde thik kiye. Uncle-are ye kya kiya tune. Meri shirt se hi naak poch di. Me-aapka hi hai.khud hi sambhalo. Uncle-accha to pehli exercise aa gayi tumhe? Me-haan accche se uncle-aye hye meri pyaari ye exercise din me 3 bar. That one I smiled, pointing at the curly waves. Oooh! I agree! I think itll look amazing on you! she exclaimed. Come on, lets get you started! I followed her over to the barber section and took a seat, watching as she chatted with one of the hairstylists, pointing back to me. hi! Im Sharon. I understand you want this? she asked, holding up another picture of it. Yes! I smiled. But more wavy then curly&hellip,if that makes any sense I giggled. It makes perfect sense! she laughed back. And. When she opened her mouth and gasped a deep breath then moaned it out, I was totally lost to the depravity of the situation. I got off the sofa, shed my pants so I wouldn’t trip over them, then picked up my daughter and took her to my room. I laid Jolie on her back, pulled legs apart by the ankles then let my eyes feast on the young womanhood. My cock was thudding, hard as a fucking oak branch, dribbling pre-cum to the floor. I wondered briefly if she was still virgin but I didn’t dwell on. She fished a coil of rope out of the bag along with a mean looking paddle and what looked like a long metal wand. Then she opened the door to the stall and the two girls advanced on their prey.“Don’t you dare!” screamed Faith. “Don’t you touch me!” She backed away from her cousins but soon hit the wall and could escape no further. She was trapped and they kept advancing. Seeing that the door was still open and she had no other choices, she lunged forward. She figured that if she surprised them,.