She told me that her family is very broadminded and they will not mind if I come to her place to visit her. So I went to her home to drop her and met ...her mother. She was a nice lady who welcomed me with a huge smile on her face. So I decided to go her home to see her. I found one maid who told me that “Didi (Gargi) is in the bathroom and she told me to let you know that.”Then she guided me to her bedroom, which was huge. I was sitting on the couch, waiting for her to come. After 5 minutes I. I’d love to sit on his face while he hums the “Star Spangled Banner”. I’d push my muff into his mouth so my clitoris would the feel vibration of each note sending waves of vibratory pleasure into my moist warm cooter. By moist, I don’t mean moist like a cake, I mean moist like meat. My cooch is meaty moist, not cakey moist. I bet I’d probably climax on the part that goes up real high at the end of the song…”and the home of the freeeeeeeeeeeee” and I’d cum and collapse onto a mound of loose. On one fine Sunday, we went to Vizag. There my uncle and aunt received us happily. I enquired about my brother. He went to college he is doing his B Tech. After some time my brother arrived. He looked very happy seeing me and he ran towards me and hugged me very tightly. My boobs just got crushed under his chest.I was surprised as no guy till now touched me. I felt very good at his heavily built chest. I kept my head down smiling with shy. That day went well. In the night I took a good bath and. Very sensibly, he thumbed onto the solid, not explosive, rounds and full automatic fire mode. He raised the gun to his shoulder and took aim. I could see the red laser dot center on the chest of the apparent leader of the group. Homer squeezed the trigger and swept the bullets over the whole troupe of "tax collectors." Once they were all lying on the ground, obviously dead, I sent Homer over to inspect the bodies while still carrying the gun. Never again did he hear any teasing!From that point.