Immediately my suction increased. Gnawing the mound with lips over teeth. My tongue shot into her pussy, so far I would have been surprised had I not ...een so enraptured in the revelation of tasting. Eating. My own sister's pussy.She bucked and writhed, not moaning but breathing rapidly and hoarsely, but my arms were wrapped around her hips like a lover. A lamprey. A leech. I always was a fan of eating pussy... curiously this one was the first I had tasted in Brazil.She was sweating now,. After many trials during our bedroom sessions, disclosing the idea of group sex, I could only win to narrate it as a fantasy to my wife and I was much desperate to see that she will never accept it to happen in real. One day during our love sessions she said we could look for a couple for friendship. On getting this green signal I gave an advertisement in the classified columns of a leading Malayalam daily seeking friendship of couples. (That column is not there in that daily now and they are. But that’s never happened.’ ‘Thanks. I’ll have to think about it.’ ‘Take your time. It was a pleasure to talk to you. If you have any more questions, I am at extension 227. Bye.’ I wanted to call my friends right away to give them all the details, but thought it would be more fun to wait till I saw them on Friday night. On Thursday, Sandy called. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey yourself.’ ‘You call the Bimbo Factory yet?’ ‘Maybe…’ ‘You gonna tell me about it?’ ‘Well, I guess you’ll have to come tomorrow to find. When she flew tomorrow, Vlad would insist that she kill him. She had promised… well, actually, she hadn’t, she realized. She had only agreed by insinuation – not having actually said ‘yes’ or ‘no’. But that was a cowardly way to look at it. Vlad would expect her to kill him and to use her imagination to make it a real experience for him. If she refused, he would drive her away and refuse to associate with her.As she sucked on his cock, making him hard again, she mind-linked with him and showed.