Jab ghar wapas hagaya toh din k baad mera didi ka ph haya o mujhe srry bolne lagi qki moka mil or haat se nikal gaya tab mein ushe bol kuch tension ma...at le or after a weak tu mera ghar hayegi tab oh puchi kaise mein bola mein mera mom ko pata lunga or oh mausi ko ph kar k tujhe bhej ne ko bolgi toh boli tik a or ph rakh di. 3 din k baad mein mera mom ko bola mom q na hum es didi ko bolale toh mom boli a toh acha baat tik mein abi mausi ko ph kar ke bolti hoon or mera wasae kari or vud newz a ta. “So this is only good for two women then.”“Well not exactly, see I have seen it used by one woman where she puts one in her pussy and the other,……….. well ah the other she put in her butt.”“You mean she can get that in her ass?” She knew the words and was not afraid to use them but he had been again embarrassed or protective. Again the feeling she was more than just a young woman he was having sex with. “There is no way you could get that in my ass.”“Ya well that is something we are not. Screwing madly on that floor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he gave her what she wanted.Her cries of admission flood the hallway as she rejoices in his willingness to indulge. Her nails are seen dug into his shoulders, as he thrashed her body well. I turned and looked directly at Michael, my eyes slanted in lust... ' Did you ever think about that? '... I asked so delicately. I was certain he wouldn't respond, and I was surely right. Michael sat motionless glued to the image of. Out...in again. I squealinto the nothingness, as he pulls back and thrashes the outer lips of my cunt.Close.... I feel myself heading for climax. I know I want it to stop. To somehowmake it last...forever. My body takes control. With animal urgency I begin humping his face. Suddenly,out of nowhere he stops. "Fuuuuck." I scream as the sensations die, fade to nothing. For the first time since entering the house he speaks. It is his teachingtone, a Master to his student. I hang on the words, not.