Mere jism ko uss wakt ek aur jhataka laga jab Sonali ne apni ungli meri gaand mein ghused dali.” Ohhhh behnchod…ye kia kar rahi ho…sali meri gaa...d…uffff….behnchod bahut dard ho raha hai….bas karo …..oooooohhhh sali randi……aaahhhhh”Lekin Sonali meri baat kahan sunaney wali thee. Vo meri chut apni zuban se aur gaand ungli se chod rahi thee. Mujhe dohara maza mil raha tha. Meri chut ke andar ek khalbali mach chuki thee aur meri chut se ras ka jawalmukhi phat raha tha,. Stepping forward for a closer look I froze again but this time it wasn't of my doing. I couldn't move except for my eyeballs. What the fuck? Two naked girls, aged maybe thirteen or f******n, appeared in front of me - well..., not quite appeared. I could still see the lights of the camp through their bodies. No, they weren't naked, they were wearing some sort of pearlescent skintight bodysuit.As they circled me I tried to follow them with my eyes. They spoke but not in any language I could. Heather had been married once before my father. She has a daughter who was seventeen back when the two of them married. Her name is Brooke. Despite her jet black hair, Brooke is a carbon copy of her mother. She is 5' 6", skinny, but with curves in all the right places. I remember my first impression of Brooke. I'm pretty sure the words that I spoke to myself were, Holy shit! She is definitely something else. Our story begins a couple of days before the end of my junior year (I was set to turn. Her head was at exactly the right angle to accept every inch that gradually filled her throat with each thrust of my hips as I fulfilled my promise. The sound of her sucking and gulping on my cock was almost drowned out by the noise of her hands working frenziedly in her cunt and on her clit, while I roughly mauled her tits in my hands; pulling them up by her nipples and shaking the creamy flesh which trembled as she desperately sucked in air through her flaring nostrils while bubbles of spit.