Sheetal ne pucha vaibhav kaisa lag raha hai muje chodte watq.mene kaha meri behena teri chut to majedar hai.bohot maja aa raha hai.ahhhhhh ohh umm vai...bahav aur chod.Aur jor kaga…… ohhhh meri randi behna ye le pua lund le mera pane chut ke ander.aur le ahhhhhhhhBedroom mein hum dono bahi behno ki chudai chalu thi,aur pura bed room pach pach ki awaz se gunj raha tha.meri behen mere lund ka maja le rahi thi aur mein meri behen ki chut ka.aur jab mera pani girne aya tab mene kaha sheetal mera pani. And it was normal, and harmless. And as I had discovered on my own, it was also fun. Growing up we lived in a small house and privacy was rare. Usually my only opportunity to enjoy my dick was in the bath, so every few days I would masturbate in the shower. Later we started having physical education class, complete with group showers. I knew I was attracted to guys, and was thrilled at my first sight of other dicks. Those images gave further fuel for my “jack off” sessions, as I had learned to. I was in a coffee shop, drinking a mocha and reading a book, I dont remember which book, but I got it at the bookstore next door and it had that smell that all old books had. It seemed cool. I was wearing a hat, always a hat, and a long, loose sweater. I knitted my own for the pure sake of hiding my.. condition. I always called it a mutation, my mother must have had it as well, or caught a new flu that pasted it on to me during pregnancy, a rare cat flu that only infected some, but was never. As I slid down his huge hard cock I felt my pussy start to grab his cock and squeeze as my body began to shake uncontrollably. I lay on his chest fully impaled on his cock breathing hard and moaning. He let me lay there for a minute then he began to lift me up and down sliding his cock in and out slowly at first, then faster and faster until he was driving his cock in and out faster than I though was possible. I was moaning and making gurgling sounds as he continued to drive his cock in and out.