Me apne friends ke saath jada frank hua karta tha.Mera ek dost hai jiska naam arvind hai,wo humare pados me rehta hai. Wo badi hi choti umar se hi big...ad chuka tha , apne bade bhaiyo ki wajah se jo usse saare kharab kharab baate share karte the aur usse saare gande kaam karate the. But wo meree saath ache se rehta tha isiliye hum dono bohot ache dost ban gaye the. Hum dono saari baate share kiya karte the. Uski bhi koi girlfriend nahi thi meri hi tarah. Aur hum dono bhi bhuke sher ki tarah. Father. A memory flashed before my eyes. I was a little girl. I was playing alone in my room. Father came in. He walked funny, staggering every step. He stank of alcohol. I remembered that after that night, he never drank until his last dying days, but that night, the miasma of whisky that came from him was so strong that it filled the room. He looked down at me, and smiled. It wasn’t a fatherly smile. He locked the door behind him. There was nothing after that, but I remembered the pain, and. Tegan was more than happy to take him up on that, she needed to rinse off sweat and other residues. She didn’t see the point in being shy at this point and peeled off her ruined shirt before kicking off her boots and stockings, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall to the floor, walking into the en suite without a backward glance. Candy followed and began to strip in the bathroom, pulling off her fishnet top and wriggling out of her denim cutoffs, saving her white bra for last, freeing what. I grunted in pleasure as her petite ass bucked back firmly against my pelvis squeezing the pre cum from my shaft and onto her supple skin. Nat would use it as lubrication so she could tense and tighten her thighs grip around me, increasing my pleasure so much that I even began to move my hips with hers. Instead of stopping this fire of taboo lust between us I let it continue, and just like a wild fire it was too late to just put out. Blood had swelled my cock to maximum capacity while Nat’s.