Maine utha aur bistar par aaya aur use par late gaya aur hum kiss karne lagaye phir maine apna 9′ inch lund ko uske choot maine daala par jaa nahi r...ha tha kyunki uski choot tight thi phir jorse dhake mare to 3′ inches lund uske choot maine gaya dakhe ke karan who chila rahi thi tho maine uske kiss karne laga aur jor jor se lund Gusane laga aur 4-5 dhako ke baad lund pura under chala gaya aur phir undar bahar karne laga.palak shure mane dard se chila rahi thi phir thodi dher baad who mujhe le. " Twit! So you think the Trans Siberian? Then we could catch a flight from Vladivostok to Vancouver?" And down here through Seattle... the West Coast Highway, maybe by motorbike? Y'fancy being a biker chick?" He knew she hated the word 'chick.' Rather than a telling off, however, she playfully batted at him with the back of her hand."Honey? Where'd we stay? Y'thought about that?" Wherever you like. Motels, Hotels, Camping grounds, in a tent..." Not in a tent, baby. I've lost the urge to rough. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. I was running my fingers up and down her thigh as she touched me. My nipples were so hard they were almost painful. Her fingers were slowly working their way up to my mound. I started to breathe heavily. When her fingers brushed over my smooth shaved mound, I let out a soft moan of pleasure. It felt so good! I spread my legs some more for her. I felt a finger slide down between my soaking wet labia. I started to caress her there, feeling her. One fine day I hear my uncle is getting married. I saw the photo of the girl and remained jaw dropped. She was only 20 years old while my uncle was 34. He was also well built and owned his own consultancy as he was an advocate. I got a chance to see my chachi in the reception and was dumbstruck again. She was wearing a red saree tied below her navel. My dirty mind started deceiving me. I controlled myself but had to give off. I decided not to give a fuck and started exploring. Till now I was.