Meine peechhe se chachi ke nange badan ko jakad kar unkee doosri choochee (ek to Shweta ke munh mein thee) sahlana aur chimtna shuru kee. Chachee ne S...hweta ko doodh pilate pilate apnee gaand aur sarkayee aue mera lund unkee choot ki chummi lene laga. Chachi ne nasheelee awaz mein kaha ‘Vicky tum bhee chooso plz’. Meine kaha is traf karwat lo Anju to dhoodh choosoon. WO boli ‘doodh nahin pagle, neeche chooso’. Chachi ko choot lune shabd bolte abhhe bhee sharam aatee thee. Mein ek haath se chachi. I could convince HER, if her talk with Liz was fruitless, but that would take some time.When my dad didn’t say anything for over a minute, I stood up.“I’m going upstairs,” I said.He just stared at me, saying nothing, so I left his workshop and went upstairs where I found my mom and Liz basically squared-off in the kitchen, both looking intent and upset, but talking in relatively hushed tones.“Everything OK?” I asked.“No, it’s certainly not,” my mom said. “I take it you calmed your father. We were both making sounds more a****l than human as our flesh slapped together."Uhhh...I'm gonna cum. I wanna fill that tight shit pipe with cream baby." Ooohhh yesss....let me feel that hot load inside...do it honey...cum in my butt..."And with that I released. One hard push and I was as far inside her ass as possible and my balls were emptying their wad. It felt like a jolt of electricty everytime my dick twiched and I send another load up her rectum. She pushed back and squeezed hard as she. For the next month and a half Stasha put in four hours of overtime every night of the week at time and a half and eight hours on Saturday at double time and the extra money saved our ass. We caught up on all our bills and actually managed to put a little money in the savings account. The doctor cleared me to go back to work and that's when things really went to shit.I'd been back to work a month and Stasha was still putting in overtime two or three days a week and every other Saturday and we.