My hand holds your shoulder and I guide you forwards into the flat.You are soon standing in a back room and feel something hard and smooth against you...r pussy mound. I press against you, and your cunt is pressed against it.I tell you its a bedknob and its time for you to prove what a WHORE you are.You feel my fingers stroke your shaven mound, and something cold and wet is smeared over your pubic mound.When you next rub against the post you are wet and slippery and the bedpost knob easily presses. It was a fantastic night for both of us that opened a whole new world. The following day we went for a meal in a quiet country pub and I told her how exciting it was to hear her be honest and open with me, I told her I had often imagined her getting fucked by the guy she'd cheated with and how I found the idea of her fantasising over Rob so horny. She admitted she'd fancied him for years but had never ever done anything for him to realise it, she'd hidden it well, because I never had a clue!. Sluts and whores wear that garbage. You're my daughter, my angle, you don't have to..." I'm no slut! I'm sexy and you can't handle it. You can't stand that I have the looks you don't have any more!"Maria turned to the side, looking at herself in her daughter's full length mirror and shivered. Her teenage years long since gone, the body she once had has moved on to her daughter.But damit that's ok, let her daughter have the looks of youth, of sexuality. She had her fun when she was younger, but. Aur baato baato me meri bahen khene lagi aajkal chodne ka bahut mann karta he,aur chut me khujli bahut hoti he,tho krishna ne kaha ki khujli tho use bhi khoob hoti he,aur me unki baate sunte sunte hasane laga,tho mujhe dekh kar meri bahen bhi hasne lagi,tho meri bahen ne kaha “kya kar sakhte he,kahi bahar chudwa bhi tho nahi sakhte he agar kisi ko malum padh gaya tha tho izzat kharab ho gayegi”.Tho phir usne bhi “ha” keh diye.Ab woh aur thoda wild baate karne lagi aur kaha ghar me sirf bhai he.