“Ji,” maine muskurate hue kaha.“Chal, ek kaam karte hai. Tu kiraya maat de. Kiraye ke badle apni chut dede,” Verma ji ne kaha.“Ji main samjh...i nahi,” main boli.“Dekh. Kiraye ke bajaye main tujhe chodunga, jab bhi mera dil karega. Teri chudai aaj se mere liye kiraya. Agar manzoor hai toh tu mere ghar mein reh sakti hai. Nahi toh mera ghar khaali karde,” Verma Ji ne saaf kaha.Maine apne dimaag mein socha. Mere ghar mein mere chhote bachche the aur 2 nande thi joki itni badi nahi thi ki kama sake.. There was a long silence in the room. Jackson’s eyes were diverted by the TV. A blonde actress was getting gang-banged by half a dozen guys, taking one load of cum after another in her mouth and across her face. Suddenly the air was full of sexual tension. I should have know, it would be my wife who started thing off. “So, Jackson,” Mandy began, sipping at her wine and rubbing the inside of my thigh, “tell me why you don’t like fucking my sister.” Stunned silence. “Well…?” “Jackson looked at. Jill had two bumps in her chest where her tits would finally mature into what she hoped would be ample sized breasts. Her mound had sparse growth around her prominent pussy lips. She looked like an eleven year old instead of fifteen.It took a couple of weeks to set something up. It was decided that the short time between getting out of school and their mother getting home from work wouldn't work well for the three of them. Their mom and dad were scheduled to attend an afternoon wedding that. It looked to me like almost every bullet she fired was finding a home somewhere on the body of the car we were chasing. Abruptly, in the middle of one of her bursts, the car suddenly cut to the left and crossed the street with a severe, almost 90° turn at full speed. Naturally it rolled over and over while still traveling parallel to the street. The front was scraping against the masonry walls of the buildings beside the street. This was creating a mass of sparks that eventually set off the gas.