Bhiya ne rat ko bhi mere se chedchad kari..raat ko unhone mere hath me lund de diya aur meri gaand me ghusane ki koshish kari..Meri 1 saheli hai meena.....wo bahut chudaakkad ladki hai…mene usse ye sab bataya to wo hasne lagi aur boli”are tera bhai to bhenchhod hai…me kehti hu usse chudwa le tere ghar me lund mil jayega tujhe”Me-“ha yaar mera bhai to mje chodne k pure mud me hai…bhosdika…raat ko mere hath me lund de diya bhenchood ne…ab me bhi chudasi hone lagi…mene bhi bhai se chudne ka soch. They are a promise. They are a proclamation of a truth. They mean you accept the person with all their faults as long as they let you. My thoughts were hazy and distracted by the lingering warmth on the bed next to me. I reached over and pulled the blankets over me. The smooth silk sheet slid over my exposed skin causing tiny goose bumps to appear. I inhaled deeply and caught the faintest traces of her smell. I lost myself for a moment in a blur of happy memories. These memories faded away. I have a really tight pussy, Ive only been fucked twice, once in high school and the second time in college which was two years ago. The man must be really happy to have a tight pussy like mine, punishing me and overpowering me like this. He probably wanted to fuck me and get it over with, but he hadnt expected a tight pussy like mine and I knew the darkness in his eyes meant he was going to enjoy me for a very long time. My butt cheeks pressed into him and his dick was getting harder inside. Even though they didn't seem to be looking, but instead playing cards, I could feel their eyes.Part 2I started to get everything together. First some chips and dip from one of the food bags. Then when I started to do a knee bend to get the beer from the cooler (a last vestige of modesty) John called out to me to be sure to, "bend from the waist like the slut you are. And use a tampon." Bending over, I felt my skirt ride up and knew my panties and ass was showing especially as Paul said.