It was his fantasy coming true, his wife being explored by another man and that too his own son. Joy kept exploring my sumptuous stomach. Suvendu got ...behind me and started fondling my boobs and gently nudging his hard rock erection against my ass.“Mind if I join my son?” he asked gently.“Of course not, dad. In fact, that has been a long-standing dream of mine.” Joy answered quickly and went on analyzing my stomach.My whole body shuddered tremendously as I was being touched by two men at the. Again she rubbed my shoulder, and I thinking she must be turn on by the pics and topics of laksaboy. I caught her llooking at my dick once ans she said how come I dun get turned on by such a porn site. I replied.." How to hard when you around?" She mentioned its ok la, all adults and grown.Feeling horny and paiseh, I tried to hide my stiffness, but had to adjust a bit, and she saw how easy I adjusted, and asked if I am wearing underwear? I said no la jokingly. She laughed and said no way you. This is real, Sylvia, I'm not making it up. I don't know quite what to do with this white family that raised me, gave me a home, an education and so many things I would have never dreamed of in Somalia. They are the reason my body is not mutilated. I want to use my fat clittie, my breasts, my ass and my pussy for all the pleasure I can get because so many of my family members and relatives were denied the chance. Sylvia, when I get turned on, my clitoris sticks up...up and out, I guess. I'm. I said the only words I could say. "Please, take me." The smile that crossed her face could only be described as hunger. She stepped up to me, placing one hand on my shoulder, pushing down with the lightest of pressure. Feeling helpless, I sank to my knees before her. She lifted one leg over my shoulder, the slit in her dress falling open far enough that I could see for sure that she wore nothing else underneath. She pressed forward, hard enough that I had to lean back on my arms or fall. I.