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The third hot Summer as a result. Usually I rarely got a private visit to the next house of my small company close to the center, in which I lived, but my air conditioning put on the people who knew about it. Especially when they had a long way home after shopping, they liked to settle for a coffee with me before they plunged into the sultry world outside again. It was barely 3:30 p.m. when an almost expected visit came.
It was my favorite cousin in a slight floral summer dress, with flip -flops on my feet;No shopping bags or the like. She laughed at me with a broad grin. I raised my arm and turned to the side. The movement was to be entered. When she went in front of me, I couldn’t avoid looking at her crisp, alternately letting back baking, in which a bright panties were emerging. I didn’t see a strip on her back, so counted two items of clothing.
When we had reached the air -conditioned living room, she sat down on the sofa and bleeded out relieved. I continued my way to the bar, brought a cold drink for everyone and sit down in the armchair. She opened and closed her knees to smash some air into her legs. My eyes were aimed at it and I looked along her tendril thighs on her soaked panties. She slipped a little that her dress no longer had an opaque effect.
‘Mutti comes immediately’ she said when she slid into the crotch with her fingers and rubbed the bud, ‘We don’t have much time’. My stand was ready, what else do we sit around here, I thought when it was already the doorbell. ‘Shit’ we both thought loudly. I got up and went to the door. ‘Hello my dear’ penetrated me before I opened the door completely and the fully loaded long -haired youngest Sister mine Mother pushed past me, the kisses on the cheeks not forgiving.
She smelled as pleasant as I hadn’t thought possible if she had been out in the city;’I brought cakes with me. “Excellent,” I said, but thought something completely different, ‘I’m doing coffee. ‘. My aunt knew and covered the dining table while I prepared the hot drink in the kitchen. The preparations were done and Aunt Martha sat down on the sofa with her daughter, I was back to. During the small talk with the two I looked between Steffi’s legs and saw her pretty triangle as a heart of shaved triangle over her bare, meaty and damp shiny pussy.
Where had she left the slip she had taken off when I was briefly in the hallway to open the door? The water ran together in my mouth, and that was not due to the smell of the fruit cake. Fortunately, Martha hadn’t brought a cream cake with me, and I steered the conversation while Steffi slowly slipped forward. Always in view that her mother would not notice it and drive me crazy, she opened her legs further and further.
A drop of her cunning juice caught on the back hem of the dress. I couldn’t stand it and got up. My plump tail pressed against the button bar of my jeans. Martha had to notice that;I quickly turned: ‘The coffee should have run through, sit down. ‘At the coffee table we chatted for the last time we had seen each other. That was in March, when it was still really cold, at a family celebration in a country pub. The event hall was a converted stable, very rustic, but stylish and by no means economical.
We were very faded and I taped beer behind the counter because Uncle Diether had failed – in other words: drunk in one of the guest rooms, while the festival moved on, while the festival moved on. When I told that, Martha was red on my face. It was clear to me that I shouldn’t mention this detail towards Steffi, but while I taped, a woman who crouched under the counter blew me.
I put my hand on the long mane of the back of the unknown and shot my load against her palate and in her neck. Aunt Martha coughed. It was the same cough as in March at the counter. She would have got a crumbs in the wrong neck, roared it and washed coffee with a sip of coffee. Oh yes, I thought, as you swallowed my sperm … she was she who thought she would blow her husband.
Steffi told about school, which passed over to us because we seemed to be concentrated on the difficult task of sharing the piece of cake, thinking about the evening. Meanwhile, one foot slid between my legs into my step. Baby, if you manage to open the buttons with your toes, you can do what you want, I thought and grinned, but just, it was the daughter or mother who gently footed my eggs? I looked at both alternately.
Nobody showed something, both played something. The foot away. Martha got up: ‘I just have to bring the coffee away, excuse me. ‘She disappeared through the door towards the bathroom, Steffi at the same moment under the table and opened my pants. I couldn’t take my legs quickly and far enough. Steffi kneaded my eggs and alternately sucked my cock and my shaved blocks. ‘Seep yourself’, I crossed. Steffi did not answer, but scored in my shaft.
It came to my mind that Martha would catch us and instead of being indignant. At that time I asked for the number who it could have been, an operation from the pub, a relative, relatives or one of the acquaintances of my grandeonkel, who threw the celebration. We heard the bathroom door, Steffi pushed his head under the table top and I inject. After a quiet ‘au’, Steffi got my cock in her mouth to catch the last gush, but most of it had left, and she also had to get up quickly.
As if nothing had happened, she sat opposite me at the table and grinned at me. Martha sat next to her. In Stefii’s face, in the corner of the mouth, on her cheeks and the hair stuck something. No matter how awkward the daughter might be, that was not an accident. Martha took a sample with a show and middle finger and put it in the mouth. ‘It tastes like something that I cost on Uncle Werner’s birthday in March. “Waaas?“It burst out of Steffi, ‘You bitch blown him?‘, And at that moment she remembered that she had revealed herself.
Martha had not completely buttoned her blouse after visiting the toilet and also left out the bra. A great idea had come to her when she was there. ‘How do you talk to your mother, you little bitch. This is not the first time that you sucked him vacuumed ‘Hanged Martha quickly. I could see how her nipples were upset under the delicate fabric. There was excitement in the room, but it was not on the apparent dispute between mother and daughter based.
The two women had turned to each other, but the sparkling in the eyes of both was not characterized by argument, but by lust. When I mean cousin the first time Had fucked, she said that she had often observed her parents and often fantasized, with her Father to sleep. Since Martha was the Nesthäkchen in my grandmother’s family, I was almost so old that I could be Steffi’s father, so I came up with the imagination of her pretty close.
Steffi reached into her mother’s blouse and took out a tits. She leaned forward and sucked on it. Martha grabbed her daughter’s head and pressed him himself. She looked over at me and asked me to take the other breast with a look. In three, we slid to the ground next to the dining table next to the dining table. Whose hand was initially tampered with my cock to set it up again, I couldn’t say with certainty.
Steffi was the first to be naked, she only had her short summer dress. I buttoned up Martha’s blouse, at least the two lower buttons that she had closed Pro Forma after deciding on the toilet to seduce her nephew and daughter, my ejaculate on her daughter was a welcome introduction to this. With difficulty we made it into the bedroom. There was no air conditioning here, just a ceiling fan, but nothing helped against the heat in our heads and genitals.
Martha spread out on the bed and let us be caressed by us. We first continued our parallel game on their teats until Steffi stained her mother’s cunt. To do this, they knelt between the spread legs, which gave me the opportunity to put me deep into the teenage at the foot of the bed behind them. At every bump, my aunt’s tits wiggled and reminded me that I had never sunk my cock where her daughter’s tongue was now circulared.
I lifted the light body of my cousin on the pelvis and loosened the little one from the cunt from which she was pressed 18 years ago without pulling out my cock. The little one was squeaking when I conducted it at the head end. She crawled with her arms to keep the balance and when I had both cunts on top of each other, I stopped Steffi. She had now put her tongue in Martha’s mouth, which it acknowledged with a cozy grunt.
I pulled my staff out of the young cunt and pressed it into the older one. Again grunt Martha comfortably. Even if she was not five years older than me, she probably had a few years of experience how to treat a tail. She tightened her inner muscles and literally massaged my tail. I wouldn’t hold out for a long time, even if her daughter had deleted my first load of the day and the ship had to pick up speed.
After just two dozen bumps, I changed hole. I could hardly believe my luck what kind of threesome I had here. I tried to concentrate on other things to last longer, but in my head there was nothing more than the comparison of my aunt’s two cunts and my cousin. When the experienced woman realized that I came, she pushed her daughter aside and groaned: ‘Don’t come in me, I could get pregnant, spray it on my tits’.
That was the drop that caused it to overflow, I pulled out and unloaded my pent -up load. The juice had such a swing that he inject Martha in the face, which it immediately transported it into her mouth with her tongue. The long strip of my ejaculate pulled from the neck to her dark bush, which was almost as accurate as the Steffis. She leaned over her mother’s upper body and licked my sperm.
‘Mutti’, she asked, after she had fully recorded the protein shake and delivered with a reasonable tongue game in her mother’s mouth, ‘let’s go back to the city tomorrow?’ -‘ Yes, honey, as often as you want ‘, kissed her daughter and put her head on her chest. So the two fell asleep. When the two were awake again after two and a half hours, I thought that they had a guilty conscience or it thought differently, but after they got dressed, they said goodbye at the same time with a kiss of tongue and said in a smile in choir ‘until tomorrow’.
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