So, this is a bonus part, which I didn’t plan for, is only for those readers. In this part, I am going to explain a typical Sunday between I and Aad...i.It had been more than a month or two since my birthday and we both were tired after the late-night shenanigans on a Saturday. So, on Sunday, I got up at around 7:30 and went to the kitchen after the daily chores. My elder brother Aadi woke up at 8 and reached the kitchen naked. Straight away, he hugged me from behind when I was doing last night’s. She danced a dance of “contortions” which in my opinion was a very skilled job on her part if I don’t say myself. I came again. Maybe not as powerfully but she screamed out because she felt me cum inside of her. Erin was more talented then I figured she was. She was out of breath and once I came the second time she dropped down beside my body. She laid a hand on my chest and apologized for pulling my hair. She said in a way that was too sexy for words to be honest. I could have fucked her again. However, she quite enjoyed helping Sweetness. Somehow, this role as Sweetness' carer had awakened in her feelings of responsibility she didn't know she had. Every morning, she would carefully shave Sweetness' head, just as she did herself and tenderly thread the chains and rings into her pierced nipple and clitoris: tasks which blindness made nearly impossible for the girl. Her heart would sometimes melt as she regarded Sweetness' vacant gaze in her direction as she washed the last signs of. She was fair, had long brown hair. She was wearing a Punjabi dress revealing her cleavage. She entered the house giving a kiss on my lips and saying, “I will take great care of you beta”. Pooja aunty was a 38 year old woman. She was a recently divorced woman. My mom and Pooja aunty sat down for some talks. I went in my room and started jerking off thinking about her.Pooja aunty comes to my room saying the dinner is ready. We sat down for dinner. I could see some naughty smiles on my mother and.