.Buwa ke sath fir mom ne bhi western outfits try karna start kar diya mom ne bhi mere pasand ke kuch dress liye jinme wo apne boobs expose kar rahi th...i aur kya kamal lag rahi thi mano mom ko bas chodta hi rahu….Bt didi ko thoda doubt aaya tha wo bahot bar mujhe mom ko notice karti thi…. To hum didi ke samne jyada close nahi rehate the…..To ek ratko me chupake se mom ke room me gaya door oprn hi tha fir mene andar se door lock kar kiya..Room me mom aur buwa lesbin sex kar rahe the…Wo dono nagi. Tension stung in her back and shoulders. Her biceps seared. Her wrists burned. Gritting through the dull pain that seemed hours old, she craned back her neck and swore. Above her head, bolted into the wooden ceiling beam were shackles clamped around her wrists. Taped crudely to each metal shackle were frayed and thick wires sheathed in deteriorating, plastic insulation. Her gaze traced them along the beam, down wooden structs, and across the floorboards of the unfinished room to the electrodes. Minutes later everyone in the SUV except Gina's sleeping mother heard the cracks of gun reports. "Oh shit," said Nelson again.Another minute passed with a couple more cracks. Joseph pressed a finger to his ear. "You can put the guns away," he told Gina and the girls. "Mission accomplished sort of." What's... ?" Nelson exclaimed before being shushed by Gina."You wake up Mother and I'll keep you quiet forever," she whispered tautly. Nelson nodded. The sight of the white two story clapboard house. Difficult to know how to start a normal conversation after just fucking each other in full view. Luckily they started it for us although the conversation was far from normal. After introducing themselves as Layla and Thomas. Layla was an attractive woman, blonde shoulder length hair and about the same height as Vicky. Her body was untanned though smooth and curvy with ample tits to match. I couldn’t help but notice a neatly trimmed mound down below too. Thomas was a dark haired guy two or three.