"Ok baby, now mommy needs you to put that finger in her ass, can you do that for mommy?" I was almost begging as I tilted my hip further back. She didn't respond, but that small digit Scandal pulled itself from my cunt, and plunged in my ass, and that was all I needed. As my hips shot up in to her face, I reached down and grabbed her hair, and held her Bhabhi on my pussy, practically pushing her in it again. She kept licking hard, I pulled her hair, keeping her locked on, and I screamed out, I wailed like a primal beast. Amber licked on like a trooper, she never stopped, my hips pounded her face, and she licked on. My pussy almost smothered her small face, and she licked on. I returned to Amber, she seemed stuned at first. "Wow Mom, you look..." she paused for a seconde looking for a word, "You look good." not able to come up with anything better. "You like it? I said, giving her a twirl, the dress spun out wide, showing further how little I had on underneth. "It's sexy, that's for sure. Are you going to give out candy in that?" she asked with notable apprehension. "Sure, I think people will like it, don't you?" "Some will."She said grining. "Now, about my tail." I grabbed a bag, "One for you, and one for me, devil has to have a tail right?" She looked in, pulled both out and handed the red one to me, thinner with a arrowhead point at the end. She looked at her's and asked "How do I attach it?" "Come here, I'll show you, mine goes on the same way, do you want me to put mine on first?" "Sure" Amber said. What happened next was the make or brake moment for tonight, her willingness to do this would decide if I was to initiate her in to my world of incestious lesbianism, or not. I sat in the chair and put some astroglide next to me, the mushroom shaped end of the tail seemed obvious to me, but not to her yet. I lubed it up, smearing it all around to the base. I sat back, and spread my legs wide over the arms of the chair. There are better ways, but this was about the show. A dab of lube on my anus, rubbed around good, again, mostly for effect, and I brought indian the tail to it, Igently pushed and after a desi few ins and outs, it went in and my ass hole slamed shut on it. I closed my legs, sat up, and got up. I walked the room like it was a cat walk, showing Mms her how it looked, as it swung side to side, each time causing interesting sensations. "What do you think?" As I eased up on her hair, her small, formerly innocent face pulled itself away from the womb that gave birth to her. He nods back. She desperately wished she could talk to her cousin about it but something was preventing her from saying anything. It was a strange question, Bhabhi but anything was better than waiting with nothing but my nervous heartbeats to keep me company. But my mental fortress stood strong against the onslaught, holding the world at arm’s length. She brought her hand into play and stroked my cock as she sucked it. She was hardly breathing waiting to be grabbed, pinned on the bed and raped but it didn't happen. I stopped being desi angry at white folks long ago. How about you, Parsons? Her eyes went wide with shock. Our tongues crash into each other's as we become lost in the other’s mouth. Joe began to fuck me, slowly Mms at first, then picking up speed. "I was talking about your man downstairs," She smirked looking at my penis, "I want to see it's ready for your girl." I felt so dirty that I was letting myself be used on my own command. “Just do it, Sis. I didn’t know what he meant, but then he said, “Let’s check number two to see if she’s wet.” "Fatima, do you trust me??" “We’re not married. We are seated in the row that backs up to the rear wall, with a view of the dance floor and the entire room. So what you are saying. I took another sip of my drink, “What will it take for you to let me watch you jerk off?” He was sticky with Mom's juices. She grasped my cock. I was lucky enough to be aging well. You deserve to be a stupid little sex-toy, don't you? She learned that her sexuality was still alive and she could stimulate it indian by watching movies then succumb to the power of her mind to create fantasies. His cock was half hard now, after watching that strip tease. Then I felt James grab my hips and start to pick me up. These memories would haunt Willowbud Scandal for the rest of her very short life, but I wasn’t her just yet.