I was fucking and sucking like.....well I don’t know like what. But I do know I had never experienced anything like this level of pleasure before. T...hey started talking about me as if I was some nasty slut that done this everyday. Calling me Bitch, slut, whore, and other things they were just putting together in the spur of the moment. At that moment I realized from the conversations that there were more than two of them. Now I was wondering if in fact I was going to get out of there in one. Mera papa business man hain aur mummy housewife aur bhaiya nokri karte hain toh papa aur bhaiya subha subha nikal jate the main mummy aur meri uncle ki beti rehete the ghar pe.Jab mera rishte dar ke waha pe shadi start hua toh hum sab subha subha jate the aur raat ko wapas aate the ekdin mummy papa bhaiya pehle chale gaya kyuki unka thoda kaam tha toh main aur meri uncle ki beti ghar pe aakele the mera uncle ki beti ka figure bohot hi zyada acchi thi aur unki boobs toh bohot bari thi toh main. He then slid his hands up inside her shirt and started massaging her breasts. “You like that cock of Tom’s honey?”, he asked her laughing. “Mmmmm, mmmm.”, she moaned out with my cock down her throat. He brought his hands back down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. He started pulling it up and said, “Come on, baby show us some tits!” He pulled her shirt up to her face. She pulled herself up and let my cock fall out of her mouth. It stayed sticking straight up and Frank pulled her shirt. “Talk to her,” Sean said.“I’ll talk to her,” Coach Slaughter said. He had never really liked the ditzy English teacher since she was always spouting poetry in his general direction.“Great. Mr. Booker said that you would do that,” Sean said nodding his head.“I’ll only do that because I hate losing more than poetry,” Coach Slaughter said. He knew that the team wasn’t doing well because he wasn’t a good football coach. That hadn’t been a problem before since there had been another coach who did.