Us time meri sister 1st year mein thi. Hum bahut mazaak masti karte the. Ek din meri sexy behan park mein running kar rahi thi, aur wo gir gayi. Girne... se uske bum pe chot aa gayi. Main bhi wahi park mein hi tha, to main usko ghar leke aaya. Hamne ghar par kisi ko kuch nahi bataya kyunki hamare mummy papa bahut gusse waale the.Fir main apni behan ko seedha hamare room mein le gaya, aur usko kapde change karne ke liye bola. Wo hamare kamre ke attached bathroom mein gayi change karne. Lekin usse. About twenty minutes later, I heard a knock at my bedroom door and when I opened it, there stood that woman. She asked how I was and I of course said fine, then she shocked me by asking me if I had been listening to them all in the guest room. I told her that I had heard but I acted like I didn't know what they were doing. She laughed and just said that maybe I should be watching instead of choking my chicken! I turned red and told her I was sorry about that but she then took me by the hand and. “We have to stop.”“Wait!“ she ordered, her voice firm, now. All pretense that she was asleep or drowsy was abandoned. “Don’t take it out just yet.” Her hips tried to help the swaying of the train. She couldn’t believe it was actually in her. It didn’t hurt! In fact ... it felt wonderful. She was sure that if she could get just a little bit more inside her she’d get that special feeling.“It feels soooo good,” she whispered.Tom heard that whisper. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but she. So do you know what I'm talking about now? Thought so. And you know the feelingthat you can't do a damn thing about it, knowing that the bitch is out theresomewhere, laughing at you, spending your money, fucking and sucking some otherguy, while you're sat at home drinking, trying to salvage a little dignity,get yourself together, wishing you could get your revenge on the whore. Well,that last one's where I come in. They say revenge is a dish best served cold.Well, perhaps - but my experience is.