I tried to guide him into my pussy, but it just wouldn?t fit. Pain shot through me as he forced it in. A scream fell past my lips. My poor pussy rippe...d. I could feel the warmth of my blood trickling over my asshole.Stretched beyond anything you could imagine, he gently worked that gigantic cock in and out of my wounded twat. With each trickle of blood, my cunt gave way to the massive penetration. Masterfully his cock slipped deeper into my aching hole. I moaned loudly under this strange man.. To maine uski panty bhi utar di. Wo bahut hi jyada Sharma rahi thi. Par main to us BHAGWAAN dwara bahut hi fursat mein tarashi gayi moorat ko dekhta hi reh gaya. Kya khoobsoorat thi wo. Bilkul chote chote roye ki tarah ke baal bus samjho ki main to swarg mein pahunch gaya. Main to mano sab kuch bhool kar 1 pathhar ke statue ki tarah jadwat hokar reh gaya kyonki pehli baar kisi ladki or wo bhi apni PYARI BAHEN ko bilkul nude dekh raha tha. Jub bahut deir ho gayi to MERI PYARI BAHEN ISHA ne mujhe. Dopahar ka time tha hum dono tyv dekh rahe the.tabhi acchnak aashiq banya aapne wala gaana aane laga.usme kaafi bold scene aa rahe tabhi sharm k maare mene channel hata diya. par mummy ne kaha ki laga naa wahi par accha lag raha hai to mene chup chap wahi par laga diya. aur hum dono wahi dekhne lage. par mera lund dheere dheere khda hone laga.me baar use pakd kar betane ki kossis karta.tabhi meri mummy ne muse aisa karte huye dekh liya.kuch der k baad mummychai bane gyi to unhone muse bulya.me. If I wanted to go that way, I could follow a path of high school to city/county to state to federal government. That would be a learning-on-the-job route that would teach me a hell of a lot that I could not learn from books.The more I thought about politics, the more I could see that I could make a significant contribution. My ring could put me on the winning path by inducing women and men to vote for me. The danger was that I could become too smug and certain of my own infallibility, so I.