I loaded the plastic bins and an entrenching tool and set off for the sand pits. After I got back with ten bins full of sand, I hauled ten buckets of ...water from the stream out to the side of the house, bringing another plastic bin with me. I mixed up three parts of sand, and one of lime, with just enough water to make a slurry. It didn’t feel quite right, so I dumped it in the creek and mixed another batch at three and a half to one. That one was good, so I kept making it that way, one bin at a. Oh, yes, did I forget to mention that my ravishingly beautiful stepmother and stepsister, who were basically just mother and sister without the step in my book if one was honest, were busy devouring my sister’s delectable derriere? They did so as a team, making it abundantly clear that their objective was to get her to cum sooner and faster ... and harder for me ... for all of us.Yeah, you try fucking your drop-dead gorgeous sister, who keeps speaking of impregnation, doggy-style no less, which. I knew that with the muscle relaxants I was likely going to get away with more than I had before, but I still wanted to be cautious not wanting to risk losing the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. I stripped down and snuggled up beside her in bed, my cock pressed against her ass I went about my usual routine of reaching over and cupping, and rubbing her breasts. I slid my hand across her hips, squeezed her ass and went in for the goods. Dammit! Completely dry. Oh well I thought,. Ek mein main-Himani aur dusre mein Anamika thi. Waha jate hi Himani mujhpe tut padi kyuki rat ko train mein woh chudi nahi thi. Chut chodte chodte maine gaand mein ungli dalna start kiya.Himani – Kya kar rahe ho?Main- Tumhari gaand marne ka soch raha hu.Himani- Nahi Daksh, bohut dard hota hai. Maine dosto se suna hai.Main- Matlab tere dostlog gaand marwaye hai, toh tu kyu nahi?Himani- Tumhara sachi man hai gaand marne ka?Main- Tabhi to puch raha hu, main nahi chahta ki tujhe nashe mein gaand.