Santa was smiling widely as Connie and I left his quaint little workshop. Returning outside into the frosty night air I slid my arm around her waist a...nd Connie snuggled in close to me. “Getting too cold for you?” I asked. “Oh no, I’m feeling very warm inside,” She replied. “Let’s head for the Path of Reflections.” From Santa’s Workshop, we made the short walk to a wooden foot bridge across the stream to the Path of Reflections. Half way across the bridge Connie stopped and leaned back against. No? OK, then. Instantly my lips part to receive your trembling pecker, its glistening head just pushing past the uncut foreskin. My wet finger, meanwhile, renews its exploration with additional vigour. Another moan-grunt from you as I put a little pressure on your tight hole and the tip of my finger slips inside.I push up into your tight asshole, the tip of my index finger inside you up to the first knuckle. You clench tight around it, but your sigh as my wet finger rubs around just inside you. But the truth is girls too read plenty of stories and discuss it in our college. Before going into the story I wanna tell abt myself. My height is 5.2,48 kgs am a lean ,slim girl ,I don’t have big boobs like many girls.i have a figure of Alia bhatt. my friends call me cute mostly I wear modern outfit as it suits my style. Am a normal girl, since am having sex with my brother and his friend am not a slut or a whore.When I was 17 I never thought I would fuck my brother, when I was 20 I never. I opened the door half expecting to be some sales person and wanted to slam the door on his face for disturbing my sleep. That is the first time I saw Shakshikala Gurung, 5’3 height, very fair, red lips, hair closed in a tight bun at the back and a very small body compared to my 5’11 height and muscular built, her name as I later found out. I being from North East of India was quite sure that she was a Nepali and that she was poor.I looked at her and wasn’t quite sure why she was ringing my.