Chut nahin dungi..Geeta-kyu meeta…Meeta-yaar chut chud chud kr suj gai….Usne kapde utar kr mere pichhe aa gai.uske boob meri peeth se lag rahe the...…Meeta-ghodi ban jao…maza aayega…Geeta ghodi ban gai thi..main uske peechhe tha..meeta ne lund pakad kr chut mein daal diya..maine geeta ki moti janghon ko pakad kr slow sex krna statt kr diya..uski chut ab bhi tight thi…lund ander jata to chut ki diwar se ragad kha kr lund aur bhi mota hone lgta…maza badhne lga…Geeta-meri chut…( ! ) o ya slow sex. She wasn't really my aunt; she had brown skin and frizzy black hair, and was the widow of Dad's best mate, who was killed right next to Dad. I never did get the details. I don't think there was any more to it than Dad keeping a promise, but I could be wrong. Anyway, Auntie brought with her Katy, a little girl a couple of months older than me.I know that some kids would have got jealous, or felt replaced, but I didn't. We lived over five miles from town and there were no other kids nearby, not. Every year that goes by is that much more distance between me and my past," she said sadly."I don't know where Max is, but I haven't seen or heard from him since the divorce. I thought for sure he'd use it against me, but my lawyer had so much shit on him that I think he figured he'd wait a while. I'm not even sure he's still alive." Wow, have I ever lived a sheltered life," Jenny laughed. "You really had an exciting time back then." I guess so, Jen. But I wouldn't trade today for anything in. “A turn off? Really? Something about me can actually turn you off? That's what you are saying?” I asked.“I guess so sis, I'm surprised too,” Ray replied.“OK, just this once, tell me you love me,” I said.“I love you sis,” Ray replied.“Why don't you boss me around?” I asked.“OK, take off this pesky bra,” Ray replied.Then I slowly leaned up and took off my bra. He rested his head on my bare boobs as if they were a pillow or something.“You know my boobs aren't here for your own personal enjoyment,”.