Wo moti matakti gaand .Jise dekh ke boodha aadmi bhi paagl ho jaae .,Main bchpn se unke ghr aaya jaaya krta tha .Aur main unhe apni maa ki trh hi maan...ta tha aur usi nazar se dekhta tha .Lekin ek din mera ye nazaria bdl gya.Main jb bhi uske ghr jaata to uski mumma humesha saari me hoti thi .Jisse unka navel saaf dikhta tha.Wo bda sa hole.Bs dekhke mereko usse khelne ka mn krta tha .Jb main chota tha to usme ungli ghusa diya krta tha .Aur aunty mujhe kuch bhi nii khti thi .Kyunki wo mujhe bhi. If anything, her passion escalated to a height that actually frightened me a bit and concerned me into wondering what was going on with my lovely girlfriend. I wondered if she needed more focus in her life in order to really be happy. I mean, I've always had a high sex drive, but lately, Carla had been positively ravenous, to the point that she seemed to be neglecting all else in her life. I confess a part of me found this incredibly erotic and thrilling, while another part of me really began. Greg is prettyharmless but his older brothers are notorious for womanizing." Oh I think our husband will be able to handle that." Sophie spouted."Your Husband? Then I guess that would make you the Vandine-Piercegirls." She said. "I'm very happy to meet you." Yes and this is our oldest Daughter Rachel, she's a bit shy." I said."I'm Malissa and this is Sophie." Oh god, I'm so sorry I didn't know, honest," Greg started to say as helooked around. "I'm going to kill my brothers."He let go of Rachel. It’s nudging at the entrance to my throat, rubbing against the loose pubic hairs that seemed to have worked their way backwards in my mouth. Loathsome fucking cock.“Wow … Yeah … That’s it … Fuck, yeah!” Hate! Hate! Hate! His stinking, rotten flesh banging into my throat, drool escaping my mouth, coating my chin, dripping down onto those disgusting, semen filled plums as I bash repeatedly into them. Fucking, shitty, adoring, dilettante, Parisian picnickers; drunken, arsehole stalkers. Hate them!.