A week ago, that would have been no problem. A player would just tell her anything she wanted to hear to get her legs to spread. Leading her on would ...be a great way to get everything from her, fuck her non-stop, ruin her marriage, knock her up and then dump her—the player's dream. But the more I thought about it, about how I really felt about her, the worse I felt about doing anything like that. What do I really want?I woke up in the middle of the night from a vivid dream—pretty little Ainsely. On several occasions, I would take the time to masturbate to pictures of his body. Someday, I would tell him. However, I didn't have the courage to do so at the present time. I grabbed my purse, departed from my bedroom, and headed downstairs. My stepbrother, Bobby, was eating cereal at the kitchen table. He had a laptop in front of him. I could tell that he was trying to work on a research paper. However, he was putting the paper off in favor of watching some basketball clips online. He. With his wife watching and teasing her pussy over us. Just how I had imagined. My hands shaking. I let my hand wonder. Up Johns thigh enjoying the tingle of excitement I could feel from him as I did.I brushed my hand up over his balls. They felt weighty and full as I cupped them, and then the moment, taking his cock in my hand. This just felt amazing. The feel of another mans cock. My best mates cock no less!! It was so strange. The ultimate taboo. But one hell of a turn on all the same. The. ..!रमेश की हालत देखने लायक होती थी। शायद वो डर जाता था कि कहीं मैं सच में तो किसी से चुदवा तो नहीं रही? वो लाख छुपाना चाहे लेकिन उसके चेहरे पर साफ़ दिखाई देता था। लेकिन फिर कभी वो दूसरे मर्द के बारे में बात करने लगे तो मैं एकदम गुस्सा हो जाती थी। उसे भी समझ में नहीं आता कि यह अचानक फिर क्या हो गया? लेकिन तब उसके चेहरे के ऊपर की चिंता गायब दिखाती थी।मैं भी मन ही मन में किसी और से चुदवाने के बारे में सोचने लगी थी। कोई हट्टा-कट्टा मर्द दिखाई दे तो लगता था- काश यह मुझे मिले और मैं इसके साथ मस्त.