My obnoxious brat brother was in his room playing music loudly and talking on the phone. I picked up the hall-way extension and listened in on the lit...tle snot. He was talking with his best friend Bob and the topic was me. Bob kept asking a million questions about if Jimmy had ever seen me nude and what I looked like. Every chance that Jimmy had, he was always trying to peak in on me. I didn't help much wearing just towels around my body after leaving the bathroom shower. I've caught him several. Was it making love or fucking? Sometimes Annabel couldn’t tell the difference anymore. She knew that he loved her unconditionally, and she loved him more than anything in the world. Yet when they got on the bed, an animalistic, unbound passion would take over, going beyond all reason. Love and lust would fuse into one and all they would share an unmatched bliss. She loved his thick, tousled dark blond hair, he was beautiful wether he just woke up or finished digging a channel. “Let’s get you. Jean screamed in pain and lust. When Sam pulled away from her tit I could see a bruise surrounding her aureole . Jean couldn't hold out any longer. She dropped to her knees in front of Sam and reached up to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down and off his feet. Sam smiled at me again, then turned around so all I could see was his black ass. My wife had to turn around on her knees in front of him. Sam spread his legs and I could see my wife's white body framed between his black well muscled. The conversation had stopped as soon as I rounded the corner of the building, but too late. I’d already heard my student’s name mentioned, and what had been speculated. I smiled at the reminiscence. Of course Vardhini’s were bigger! I’d already had my hands around Vardhini’s, plenty of times in dream. They weren’t the best thing about that girl, even if they did stand proudly out. That girl just had a body made for flat-out fucking, with a trim little waist to hold onto, and a pair of hips just.