Sandro had mitt-like hands with the fattest fingers I had ever seen. He was one hundred percent, a dream Papi. Everything about him rang every bell in... my body, from his leathery skin, silky fat uncut knob, to his potent male essence.Rough and tough as he was, there was nothing vicious about his machinations. He was forcefully potent in the most sensually controlling manner. His constrictive predilections as he powerfully repressed your body only made him more desirable. Santo was strictly a. Sister – No mom, your boobs are more beautiful than mine.Mom – No look at your areola and that poking nipple. They are just perfect.Sister – Thank you, mom.Then sister started sucking mom’s each and every part of the body. She started from the forehead, then slowly she moved to eyes and ears. Then without kissing, lips sister moved to mom’s neck. She gave her some kisses there. Then my sister directly moved to the toes.Then she took one leg thumb in mouth and started sucking it. Then slowly. To suggest I was drunk could be the case, I found the elation and euphoria associated with drinking an enlightening experience, and thankfully, the French approach in moderation worked.I awoke from a very deep slumber with disturbing dreams. I had what some might classify a 'wet dream', involving the man of my life, my daddy and as if true to life, I was naked as was my father, 'spooning' me, his warm breath on my neck and the heat from his body sexually stimulating, but it was the other part,. . and tried not to notice a sulking figure leaning in a corner, away from the festive spirit.The figure, wrapped up in a dark attire of black clothes and hanging chains, is your cousin, Jessica. Months ago her boyfriend broke up with her to date you and she never forgave you for 'taking' him. Even more so, she resented that you became very close to him so quickly - apparently, he bragged to Jessica about how much better at kissing you are compared to her. You dumped him when you found out, but.