It was three or four days later when I was home by myself again. I felt a really powerful urge to visit my sisters’ bedroom again and take a look in... my older, nineteen-year-old sister’s panty drawer this time. I sneaked along to the girls’ room and went straight to the drawer, and when I opened it I discovered that her collection, as it turned out, was only a little different to the ones that I had inspected in my other sister’s drawer. They were mostly plain white, cotton, but pretty much all. Ganesh and Mannu are my neighbours and my friends. I have always depended on them for help. Once some thugs harassed my wife when these two friends beat them up. They are always ready to help us.I must tell you one thing about myself. I have a small cock, a 5 incher, a fact that makes me ashamed of my cock. But my wife is happy with my cock, at least so she told me before my trip to Bombay. I had to go to Bombay for a week and I requested Ganesh and Mannu to keep thier “sister” company”. In. Talking to her back, he asked, “Did I upset you?”Karla slowly turned to face Oscar. With incredible sadness in her voice, she answered, “Yes and no. John Carter was my hero. The last time I saw him, he had the same look in his eyes that you have. I don’t know how to describe it. There’s a mixture of a hundred different feelings in it. There is strength, weakness, pride, humility, bravery, fear, happiness, sadness, and ... well ... there are more contradictory emotions than I can even name.. Our bodies were wrapped tightly together as we kissed passionately. Our tongues deeply intertwined with each other.My rock-hard penis was pushing against my sister’s pubis as we kissed. I could feel her reach down and grab it and stroke it. And then, she slowly guided my erect penis to her pussy. I knew she was ready for me to enter her. With her help, I could feel my cock enter her pussy till the swollen head was inside her.Then, I pulled back out. “Zorse chodo mujhe, Bhaiyya,” (Fuck me hard,.