My brother was married with very beautiful girl parul. She looks like kareena kapoor, specially one you can see in favicol song. Like her parul bhabhi...’s boobs are also big, her buttocks are also big, her size was 32 26 38. I never seen her with lusty eyes, but sometimes my eye use to get stuck at her boobs, she never seen me watching big boobs of her. I started job same year they got married, so I had to miss sight seen of those mountains and a valley. I got hotel job at goa, my brother works. It was not easy, because she was not wet and her hole was very tight. I felt the skin of my erect tool being stretched back as I drove it forward by her dry walls. Her sex was not ready to accept me and I could see the pain in her tightly shut eyes. Yet she was desperately pulling my body inside her with her shaky legs. I was finally completely in, surrounded by the heavenly feeling of an untouched, tight vagina. She let out a scream of pain, a single drop of tear trailing off her eye. That was. I was thinking always that how I fulfill this desire of her. I was also worried about my reputation in the society. One day it so happened that 2 friends of mine came to India and called me from their hotel when I was in office. They were very close to me when I was in Mauritius.They helped me a lot in terms of providing good food and accommodation. Also they helped me in all ways when I lost my passport. They called me to their hotel and invited me for lunch. I took half day off from office. “How do you feel?” she asked. “So horny,” I said. “Mmm, I can see that!” she said, pointing to my throbbing dick. She flicked her finger along it, making it jump with excitement. “One more thing!” she said, jumping off the bed. She returned with a bright red ball gag in her hand, and then straddled me. “Open.” I opened my mouth and she but the rubber ball in, securing the leather straps behind my head. “And what do you say, slave?” she giggled. “Fank you, mifweff,” I mumbled. She gave me.