Maine pucha kaun hai ye wo ladka bola ye madam hai hame coaching padhati hai itne me dusra ladka bhi aa gaya maine kaha samjha ise warna mai batata hu...mai un ladko se kad kathi mai kafi majboot tha maine Kaha chalo jaldi karo mai kafi der se ye natak dekh raha hu coaching se aa k tum saalo ye karte ho tum logo ko der ho rahi ahi saalo wo ladki boli achcha thik hai jaldi karlo wo ladko ko maine kaha haramiyo bhago yaha se mai Madam ko unki jagah chhod duga wo mana karne lage to maine jor se kaha. Begging for her hated older sister seemed to come as naturally to her as breathing, and though she was in a state of abject vulnerability, though she was humiliated and brought to the lowest of lows, I did not feel as though I had power over her. Yavara had always been the adventurous one, the bold one, the brazen risk-taker; diving head-first into situations without thinking was her motus operandi, and so this situation she put herself in was her situation, and not mine. She was effortlessly. I always loved to just feel the sensations of her muscles gripping me as I rested prior to giving her one doozey of a shafting enjoying her inner body heat on my hard flesh. She often complained that I should have started fucking her as soon as I was buried inside, but I enjoyed the feel as she worked her muscles on my cock, but of course the most enjoyment comes from the movement so gradually I was doing what every man since Adam has done to his Eve or his “Bum Buddy” and began to move in and. I watched him stroke himself for another minute until I stepped right up to the door, my knees touching the edge of the seat. It had been a year since I had seen a cock in the flesh and I was fascinated watching him stroke himself. I looked over at the pickup truck and saw that you were now watching us through an opened window. Your eyes were locked on mine. My eyes widened in recognition. What were you doing here? You owned the reserved parking spot next to the entrance of the office.