" Got to look after you, you know." I wish you looked after me the way you look after my daughter." In which way?" Which way do you think?" I could if... you want you know." Old women don't turn you off then?" No, not at all." I bet you are creaming yourself this very minute Florence." You are right there."In the room was a dining chair which had been brought in from the dining room. "I think I will give you a Christmas present." A surprise present?" You could say that."I had been practicing with. Woh khush hota huaa bolaa k han baji buhat mazaa aarha hey hina baji ki gand buhat moti or goori hey mujhey buhat maza araha hey. Ab to main rooz hina baji k sath apki gand mara karoonga. Mian yeh sun kar heraan huaa k kiaa behan bhai bhi aisa kar saktey hain phir mujhey apney dost nadeem ki bat yaad aee jo meri claass main parhta tha us ney mujhe bataya tha k woh apni parosan ki gand marta tha or usey yeh nahi pata tha k parossan ka bhai bhi us ki behan ki gand marta hey magar us ki parosan. I cooked some food for them. I put their clothes in that room and woke them up. They too took bath and wore my bro’s casuals. After dinner, at some 8.30, Karthik removed a cd out of his old clothes and played it. It was a porn movie in which a boy was fucking a girl and another was rubbing her clit. The third one had his cock in the girl’s mouth. We all got horny. Karthik moved his hands to my boobs and squeezed them over my dress.Then he removed my over coat and kissed my neck. Nikhil went. There would be no fooling them. It was only when I looked into Tamara’s icy blue eyes as she watched me get fucked and used by her husband that I managed to calm my raging libido. It was just enough to resist letting myself get pushed over that brink of pleasure I had been forbidden to. “You love getting fucked like that, don’t you?” she said, obviously taking some kind of pleasure in watching her husband fucking me as roughly as he was. His hands held my hips steady, not letting me get away,.