Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Undeniable Urges, with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. WARNING! My story is intended for adults 18 years or older this story contains sexual content. I have tried to recreate events, locales, and conversations from my memories of them. The story you are about to read is true. In order to maintain their anonymity of the innocent in some instances. I have changed the names of the individuals, any resemblance between the characters in this story and any other persons, living, dead, or undead is a miracle. This priyanka story "The price of my son's of Silence" is copyright ©2019, by VampirTARA. My Bio: Hello I'm Tara, First I'm bed going to tell you a little bit about myself in case you haven't read any of my stories before and also to help you understand the story a little better, so sit back and prop your feet up... I'm a 43-year-old mortician/funeral director who operates our family's mortuary and cemetery. I'm 5 feet 7 inches; approximately 120 pounds with long raven-black hair and glasses with natural abnormally long top incisors ( K9's or fangs). I'm in a polygamist marriage (not Mormon, we are Druid/Christian). I have four children, two teenagers 18 & 19 years old, a two-year-old to my husband, and just recently gave birth in September 2018 to a beautiful interracial (black) 6 pounds 3 oz old baby boy to another man who is an 80-year-old dark black man that works on our cemetery grounds crew... Now also, I have delhi 2 Sister-Wives. Toni, that's a couple of years younger than me, she is also my biological sister with 4 children of our husband. Then there's my sister-wife, Kathy that is a good bit younger than us, she's 24 years old with 1 child to our husband. "The price for my son's indian silence" Well, this mess all started on Tuesday, January, 29th, 2019 a little after 10 a.m. after finally getting tired of waiting for my son to get off his big lazy butt and go down to our cemetery maintenance garage and tell his dad what crypt to open is the mausoleum as I couldn't get him on the phone. So I quickly grabbed my blazer threw it on and strolled down in the cold to do it myself, Well when I walked into the garage, I didn't see anyone at first. I thought, "Oh great; I'm going to have to hunt the cemetery for him." And just as I was turning to walk out the door to go on the hunt for where's Waldo. "Tara, you need something?" Jimmy Joe yelled. I heard the one maintenance guy Jimmy Joe, call my name. Between how wet I was from the blow job and how wet she was from being turned on, I slid right in. I reveled in it as I came down from my orgasmic high. It may as well be now, while she was too horny to think straight. She drove the car to the client's place today. Her tits swung around over the man’s face. Craigslist Chronicles Ch.08: delhi Interview I didn’t trust myself, in the dark to navigate stepping on rocks or fallen tress to get across the creeks. She got it and dropped it to smack it with her racket. Mariana just smiled without replying. It could have been sweat, I supposed but based on the pattern of the moisture it was more likely coming out of her. Her thighs spasmed about my cheeks. “Someones excited.” Jason fills me so fully, I almost cum on the first thrust. They were both pretty hot and we flirted with them mercilessly. "YES! I was probably going to need them. What you did to me... bed She reached over and placed her hand on his leg. “I could eat a whole load!” She was right. Have fun!” Holy shit, it’s pretty nice in here. I didn’t care that she was sleeping or not at this point. The shock of pleasure raced through me as his tongue lapped at priyanka my pussy folds. I pulled out halfway before plunging inwards again, this time she let out a small whimper. Her face crinkled up in disgust, but she kept at it, as Laura watched, until she had run her tongue indian across the entire seat and the only moisture left was her own saliva. The self-inducing pain lover spreads gradually her arms, further opening the jacket and throwing her udders from one side to the other. Futa-daughters.