My bhabi priti also wore very short boxers and a tight gaji which could not hide her 36 size boobs..the boxer was my bhai’s and was tight and short ...or her shapely tight ass i could see her pussy her through the fly of her boxers..when i asked for night clothes priti gave me my bhaiya’s another boxer and a t shirt..when i hesitated, she said, don’t worry yaar..sab apne hi hain..when i wore the clothes, i realized that the boxers had a open fly and no button..i had to sit very carefully to make. She asked me how many times uncle has fucked your mom? I told her many times. She kept asking and I kept explaining and as I was dreaming my mother getting fucked and her boobs which were bigger than my aunt’s boobs. I told her that they have fucked under the stairs, in my dad’s bed room and even in drawing room when all of us were not at home. She was also perhaps enjoying it and after each story her strokes were increasing and my cock was getting bigger and bigger. She was even asking whose. His hands reached down to my hair. Gripping it tightly he pulled my mouth deep on his cock, the tip hitting the back of my throat causing me to momentarily gag. As my eyes started to water I forced myself to relax and took him like the dirty slut he wanted me to be. I could feel the gagging spit lubricating his cock and seeping out of the corners of my mouth and coating his balls with a nice thick film. I heard him groan and could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth from the energy of my. He was making me moan and beg him for his cock, which I did a little loudly, apparently I had been doing it too loudly for weeks. The knock on my door brought me out of my haze. I hung up the phone and didn’t move. The knocking persisted. I grabbed a robe of mine that only came down to my ass and figured I would use the door to hide my lower half. I heard a deep, sexy voice saying ‘It’s your neighbor, please open up’ My neighbor was a hot, older black man, and as I opened the door just a bit,.