He grabbed the plate that was on the side of the couch and did a line before giving it to Emma, who paused to do two. Damn thats good. She said as she... spat on Toms dick and sucked it again. Tom groaned and threw his head back. Here it comes. He growled as he began peeing inside of Emmas mouth. Emma swallowed most of it, letting the rest drip down her body. Tom got on his knees and put Emmas legs over his shoulders and nibbled on her clit. Emma yelped before laughing. Youre gona make me pee!. ”Pressing her advantage, Stacy smugly responds, “Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s still your brother.”Emily, turning half away, starts to lift her nose up in the air, and with an uppity voice, “Well!” She exclaims, like she had just been given the biggest insult of her life, and finishes it off with, “I don’t know why I should do you any favors when all you do is ... is ... insult me!”No longer able to carry on this feigned fight of theirs, not when so much was at stake, Stacy finally capitulates.. ”, I replied. We started back up the trail, back up to the parking lot, the area was as deserted as it was when we got there. He stopped at the hood of the car, and turned to look at me. He had caught me staring at him, I didn't know what to do. A thousand thoughts were racing through my head. “What was that back there?”, he asked, waving his arm in the direction of the trail. “Dylan...let me explain....I don't know what it was but I do know that I'm attracted to you, always have been. . .me..anjan bante hue…ye kya hai bhabhi ??Sweta…mere devar ji ab bahut baniye mat…muje pata hai ki aap jawan ho gaye the….aap roj meri bra panty chura ke apne kamre me le jate hai…me aaj aapko wahi gift de rahi hu..taki aap ko churana na pade…Ye sun ke mere pasine nikal gaye…Sweta mere pas aaye..aur apni ungali mere chahere pe ferte hue…waise aap..meri bra-panty ka kya karte hai ?? usme kuch safed safed dagh pad jate hai..Nahi bhabhi…aisa kuch nahi hai…Sweta..devar ji…mere sine pe hath ferte.