Maharastra xse kai ladke aaye the mgar ek ladka santy jo bhagwan ne humare liyae bheja tha, wo sab trip ke liye aaye the humne ugine me doulat ganj me... rooke the sabkuch ghoome n eke bad humara badan darad kar kr raha tha ,hum soyue huwe the magar nind nahi aaye thi issi liye jagte r the ,rat ke 1 bajgaye the mai ro rhi thei badan dadrd se kanp traha tha ,utne me humari room eek ladka merei dard soonkar aaya aur muze kahene laga mama hum aapki kuch help karsakte hai kya humne nahi kaha magar. Of course my husband was working and these two knew that, it did not take very long for the small talk to become lined with a lot of insinuating remarks about our "possible" threesome. Comments like, "So you think you can take us both on at once?" - "Can you feel our cocks inside of you now?"Everyone was grinning at the mere thought of it. That's when we agreed that I would meet them at the motel the following Saturday. I found myself getting excited and started to imagine what it would be. You carry on wanking I wont tell mom an dad.An she hugged me, I used to wank reading Indian sex stories, an I used to wank reading sister fucker stories, the next morning my sister was shower an came out an was drying her self I watched her like a perv an wanked her big ass was so niceI wanted to eat it an her tits big fat pink nipples mummy I need breast feeding. As my sister looked up see saw me she shouted what you’re doing I said you said it was ok for me to wank, she said not your own. The shower in my suite doesn’t work. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing yours.’ Gillian breasts jostled as she reached out for a wet handshake. Ned clasped her hand as he peered at the words above Gillian’s snatch: PRIVATE PUSSY NO TRASSPASSING. Gillian followed his gaze and laughed. ‘I just arrived and it’s getting late. I’m starved. How about having dinner with me on the pooldeck and I will explain that.’ Ned thought that sounded good and agreed. Gillian grabbed a fluffy big towel and ambled.