Mujhse control to ho nahi raha tha to apne daant se uske panty side main ki or cut ke lips ko chusne or bite karne laga. Wo achanak apne gaand uthane ...lagi or mera sir chut main dabane lage. Maine usse pehle bol diya tha ki chut ko shave nahi kare because mujeh chut pe baal ache lagte hain. Jab usne apne gaand uthai to maine haanth andar daal ke uske panty neecha tak keench li or bapas se chut ke andar apne tongue daal di or lagbhag 20 min chusta raha or boobs dabata raha.Fir usne mujhe jor se. The older boy was fifteen and close to six foot tall, skinny some would say very thin, but very strong, the kind of strength you get from day to day work on a farm all of your young life. He was also painfully ignorant of anything sexual in nature.On the other hand the younger boy was quite sophisticated. He had been born in London where his parents had moved from Wales. They had immigrated to the U.S. in 1946 after the war and settled in a northern industrial city. They lived in a small. I'd been a woman before (wearing a body much like theone that Kevin wore now, while was an interesting coincidence), but atthe time we'd been under a spell that made us only want to fuck. Wehadn't had the opportunity to find out if we were world-class chefs.I was halfway through making an impressive breakfast when Mark walkedin. Maneuvering her incredible hips in ways that should have garneredtrophies, she slid into a chair after pouring some coffee. She staredinto it, the color of her skin. "You've seen my tits a hundred thousand times, Henry!" Yeah but, uh ... Not while you were sucking my dick!" He grinned and I shrugged, not really caring one way or the other.Greg locked the door while I took off my shirt; I wasn't wearing a bra or anything anyway. "Okay, come on, guys. I'm hungry." I meant it to mean that I wanted to get this over with so I could go downstairs and get some dinner, but of course it sounded like I meant something totally different!Greg and Henry grinned at each.