Sach kaha na bhabhi ji.Vikram dhire dhire apna lund maa ki gand main sehla raha tha.Vikram(dhimi awaz main): Jab mera mota lund apki chut main gaya ta... apko bahut maza aaya tha na bhabhi ji. Bolo na apki chut maine badi kardi na bhabhi ji.Maa(bahut dhimi awaz main) : Haaa.Vikram maa ke kandho ko chumne lagta hai aur dheere dheere maa ke gore lambe gale pe jibh se dheere dheere chatne lagta hai. Maa ka ye part bahut uttejak hai.Maa ekdum se usko dur karti hai par ab bhi gas ke taraf hi khadi. '" Ha, ha. I'm serious. I wonder if my sister is fucking her boyfriend, Russell. Knowing my uptight older sister, she's probably not even giving the poor bastard handjobs." What brings him up?" I don't know. Well, he's kinda cute and he's fifteen, two years older than us. Maybe he'd be interested. I just want somebody to fuck me. Get it over with." Doesn't sound like much fun to me." Well, it does to me. It's all I think about. I just stand in front of my mirror for hours looking at my titties. His mouth bore down on hers and using his hands, one to grab her arse and the other roughly tearing her pants before he jammed his fingers into her sliding them in and out. The pleasure was amazing and at that point, any will she had to stop him was gone, smothered by her need to feel him inside her. She tugged at his pants and underwear, pulling them down until his cock sprang out gratefully. Taking it into her hands she caressed it, admiring its size and smoothness. Even his cock is gorgeous. It was a contraption they referred to as “The Stocks.” I was on all fours and my wrists and ankles were firmly held by leather straps to the horizontal support bars at both ends of the device. These bars gave the “Stocks” their stability and acted as spreaders.A padded rectangular platform supported my chest and my neck was secured to the front end of the pad by a heavy leather collar. I was facing a large wall mirror and through the gloom I was shocked when I realized my head had been shaved.