Meri gotiyan uske gaand par chhaap chaap ki awwazein nikal rahi thi ….. achanak meri nazar clock par gayee. …. 1:30 baj gaye they …. mujhe dhyaa...nhi nahiRaha ki .. yeh sab karte karte 1 ghanta paass ho gaya tha …. maine aur dus minute tak uski chut ko thoka aur mera lund ek dum tight aur red ho gaya tha …. uski chut ko peeche se maaret waqt maine uske boobs bhi dabayae ,,,, ab time ho gaya tha ….mai jharne hi waala tha …. maine us say kaha ki baaju mein ho jao .. mai dust bin mein apnay sperms. Nevertheless, a few days before Christmas we all come back to the homestead. Mama and I were showing the younger ones how to make Pefanino biscuits. We made them in the shape of Befana, the good spirit who filled our stockings that hung over the hearth. We also made Pecorino, a special holiday cheese made from the milk of Alpena, our pet goat. My favorite was the dried figs wrapped in laurel leaves, we traded them with the neighbors for good luck. They gave us jars filled with dates and figs. Quickly the men strip and June watches as they come close, already their cocks are stiffening as they gaze at her lying naked and ready on the bed. Jake starts to say ‘This is…’ but she interrupts him ‘I don’t want to know their names, I just want them to fuck me!’ her hands start to play with her breasts and nipples as they move beside her on the bed. One of the men pushes his cock towards her mouth and she greedily takes it all the way in, not as big as Jake’s she sucks hard on it making the. She wasn’t the stupid one, it seemed I was. I was proved right within five seconds of opening the door. Mandy looked up from the kitchen counter, the knife half way to cutting the carrots, and stopped. ‘Honey, you look like shit. What’s happened?’ All I could do was shrug my shoulders and tell her I must have eaten something bad for lunch. Excusing myself, I headed for our room. The children interceded before I got there, both hugging me, and that’s when I came oh so close to crying. The love.