” “Absolutely,” he agreed, and we changed the subject when Helen returned with our drinks. She sat down on t...he couch next to Greg and we continued to talk until another slow song came on the radio. Greg jumped up and grabbed Helen’s hand, pulling her to her feet and he asked her to dance because this was his favorite song of all time. She quickly agreed and I settled back to watch the show. Greg didn’t waste much time, he dropped his. Ab hamre ghar mein sharm naam ki koi chiz nahi reh gaye thi. Massi aur mummy ghar par ya to bra aur kachi pehnti thi ya nangi hi rehti thi.meine kai baar apni masi ko chodna chaha par saflta nahi mili.woh mere samne nangi rehti thi par mere ko chudai ka kabhi moka nahi mila tha.Ek raat mummy ghar par nahi thi . Mere ko roz raat ko chudai kiye bina sone ki adapt nahi thi.meine raat ko apni behan ke chutad par apna haath rakha who so rahi thi .meine dhere dhere apni behan ki chut ko ragdne. .. NOWWwwwwwww ... OH-FUCK-YES! YOU HIT ME WITH THE FULL POWER OF THAT AMP! Oh My God - JERRY! That was so fucking special. I could feel my pussy sucking your cock, and already, I want us to do that again and again.”I was still straining to get the last of my cum in her pussy when Sherry turned around on my belly, with my cock still balls deep inside her pussy. I thought she would surely twist it off.She was smiling down at me as she sat astraddle my waist, my cock still deep in her pussy.“Kiss. €œi thought I was the only one with a list.” Oh hell, she is ever her mother’s daughter. €œbut fuck, Mom, incest wasn’t totally on my list. I just don’t know. And the fact that you are a slave to Dean, now that I just don’t know. Just what do you mean by that?€I knew that was coming. How does one explain to one’s daughter what it feels like to be a slave to a man? From the beginning, I guess. I explained that I have had this pull for as far back as I could remember. I told her.