"Mmm, I've learned something already," he moaned as he mimicked his brother's technique of twisting his hand at the top of each stroke. "Mmm, yeah, th...at's really good."I was wondering which brother would shoot first but didn't want to say anything, I wanted it to be natural, not a contest about who could cum first. Was it exciting? Oh, ask my pussy, it was running wet and so hot. I didn't even realize, watching them stroke their cocks, that I had my hand down rubbing between my legs. It was my. My curiosity piqued, I told the Chris that I planned to visit that night. Chris told me that she gives tours to new people like me and to let her know when I arrived.Despite Chris' hospitality and comforting tone, I was anxious as I showered and dressed for the evening. My mind raced with images of the good, the bad and the ugly that I might see or experience that night. More than once I changed my mind completely and decided not to go, only to have my imagination of things to come convince me. The feeling of your hand around your cock, moving up and down while you think about all of this, is nowhere near as good as when Danielle’s hand is jerking you off. But it’s not the feeling of her hand you think about. It’s the feeling of her tight pussy. The way it felt when you moved in and out of her love tunnel and the way her muscles contracted when you made her cum. And what about her ass? You fucked it for the first time not long ago, as punishment for Danielle. The thought of cumming. Hmmm…Godd nan tunne inda juice ange bandbidtu.Shoba: Vijay innu agilva snana nindu, yestottu bega ba, Innu naan snana maadbeku.Vijay: Ha aunty 5min…Shoba: Oki..Oki…But bega…!!Vijay: Ha aunty, yeno astond urgent maadtira alvaShoba:- Innu naan snana madod bedveno, Oki neenu hogi dress hagu, naan snana maadi bega barthini, ibbru seri tindi tinnonaVijay: Ok aunty, nam aunty bathroom olagade vodru, nange tension tadiyoke hagtane illa, yestu control maadkondrunu, Nan Tunne matte matte mele yeltane.