And like the characters in that story, we have made it to the point of laughing about this fuss…mostly. So you know I love my sewing machine. And I ...will never forget the year that my older daughter brought her little brother over for Christmas. I do not want to sound ungrateful for those or any other wonderful presents, but this is the story of my BEST Christmas present ever. So what was it, you ask? I was six years old and as little girls do I had my first real crush. You know the kind…not on. "Oh fuck" she moans feeling his cock drilling into her pussy ferociously, while he sucks on each tits hard, "mmmh your pussy feels so good" he says pounding her pussy with force for good 10 minutes before he turns her onto her stomach, with her tits dangling as he pulled her ass up to his face, eating her ass out as well. "Mmmh shit ooh fuck" she moaned out, his tongue ravaging her ass while slapping her cheeks hard, "this will be fun" he says eating her ass before pulling out. He got up on top. However, a funny story happened. When I was in college, I thought about something. I never thought about males. How did this come about? Well...I was on the internet when I saw a dating/chat room. I was lonely. I was horny. I wanted to see some tits or some ass. I had needs. Little did I know, when I did my profile, I was clueless. I did the bare basics. Height, build, etc. I couldn't leave the profile picture blank. I thought out loud. "Fuck it," I said to myself.I took off my shirt, revealing. Isi beech jiju ki responsibilities badtee gayi or didi se door hote gaye. ek din main apne room main soya hua tha jiju ghar par nahi the. or yahi koi raat ke 2 baje ka time hoga ki achaanak kisi ne mera louda pakda hua hai or rub kar rahaa hai maine dekha ki didi ye sab karrahi hai:-Me:- kon hai………… didi ji aapDidi:- haan rohit main rohit i m sorry ki maine tumko ghar se nikaala, rohit i love uuuuuuuuuor wo mujhse lipat gayididi kya hua plz bataao na mujhe aap itni oodaas kiyun hain:-Didi:-.