Chusne ke baad mein ne apna lund fir se uski chut mein daal diya or chodne laga chudai karte huye hamein 30 min hone wali thi mein jhadne wala tha mei...n ne kaha mein jhadne wala hu or lund chut mein se nikal kar uske muh mein daal diya or mera saara maal uske muh mein wo uss se khelne lagi mere lund pe laga kar chusti or apne chuche pe laga kar malish karti mera lund kafi der tak chusti rahi meraFir khada ho gaya or mein ne fir se uski chut mein daal diya ek dum jhatke se wo chilla padi. I spent most of my c***dhood being put down and degraded by my mother. I went into a shell to protect my fragile feelings. I wasn’t a problem c***d; I guess I was just unlucky when it came to who were my parents. Don't get me wrong I love them and I'm grateful, but I just wasn't dealt the best hand.Thinking back I never got many, if any, hugs from my parents. Oh sure they fed me, told me when to go to bed, and that they loved me but it always felt so hollow. I was always pretty much on my own.. I look up from my dick and got a surprise. Christine, my ex’s sister was sitting on the toilet.I had taken off the condom, so I was standing there looking her with my dick still somewhat hard and dripping cum.“Hi!” she says, clearly shocked.I was frozen in surprise myself, but my dick was not going down for some reason.“Hi.” I reply so eloquently.She was looking at my dick, and the condom in my hand.“Here, give me that, I’ll throw it away, the trash is here beside me.”So I gave her the. However, I soon creamed my knickers myself too. Those two fcuking like they had been had got me right off.Chris went to work before I got up the next day, and I had breakfast with Jane and her little one. I wasn’t going to bring up the night before and had worried that there might be some awkwardness – they must have realised that I was aware when they were fcuking – but Jane said nothing then or when we walked to school and back with her little boy.I’d only got dressed in crappy clothes for.