"I-I've never been on a motorcycle before," I confessed.Adam laughed and came back up the sidewalk to grab my hand. "You'll love it, I promise. It's f...n." His smile was bright, but there was concern in his green eyes. "Don't worry. I've been driving bikes since I was a kid. I'll take good care of you."I approached the motorcycle with trepidation. "It's so big," I mumbled, blushing. Adam took my hand and ran it over the smooth metal of the still-warm gas tank. It was obvious he loved the bike. I lean down and kiss him hungrily. I just pump and rock, letting my clit rub on him. I'm moaning and crying out. He is just staring at me with passion in his eyes. I bite my lip hard. "Oh yeah fuck me. Fuck that big cock," he coos. I go for a little longer, our bodies sweaty and the room smelling of sex. I collapse next to him and he kisses me, whispering sweet and sexy things into my ear. How passionate can best friends get in the bedroom. I realize how much we are both truly enjoying. I didn’t know her this side. But now I was too aroused to bother and started enjoying this thing. My anger for them was long gone. In fact I was dying to see my mom’s wet cunt…I mean, chut. Ajay urged to take off her saree to have another fucking session. She suggested to do it with clothes on this time as it’s getting late. Ajay lifted her saree and petticoat & pulled her to the edge of table. From above I could see her bush and tip of his cock. She promptly spread her legs to give him good. The father’s sister was quiet hefty and tall too at around 5 feet 5 inches and was quiet shapely and did not look like a divorced sad female. She was well satisfied. The elder son was a van driver and the younger son was working in a local bag stitching factory as a supervisor. They were all very much affectionate to each other and a happy family around a year back when the boy was 23 and came home late one night from here it is like him narrating what happened. My house has the shop outside.