“You ever felt a cock before?” “No, never. I’ve always wondered what one would feel like…” I trailed of, hoping to give my brother a hint... I wickedly reached down under my blanket and inserted my fingers into my pussy one more time, letting a moan escape from my lips. My brother widened his eyes at me, he would have never expected this behavior from his baby sister. I reached my hand up to his cock, dangling my fingers in the air. “Can I touch?” I asked, hoping he would let me. He nodded, and. That's the most importantthing to me right now." You see how you avoid actually saying it? Don't you realize that youcouldn't say it any plainer if you actually spat the words out? Do youreally think it makes you some sort of saint, some sort of superiorperson simply not to say that you're glad she had a stroke, while havingthe emotions?" I'm not glad she had a stroke." Ha." I'm not glad, Phoebe. You can believe that or not. Anyway, whatdifference does it make what I feel or don't feel?"Phoebe. I will leave the rest up to you to imagine. Let me not bore you any longer and directly come to my wedding night sex story without wasting any more time of yours.Last December it was my friend’s wedding in Delhi. The wedding and the sangeet were to take place in a hotel, and all the arrangements had already been made. On the morning of her sangeet (a function before the wedding day in Indian marriages), I reached the venue with some other common friends. Here, in the hotel lobby, I met the. Anjali felt the hardened penis poke her thighs and her hand automatically reached down to caress it. As he continuously kissed her lips and squeezed her boobs Anjali slipped her hand into his underwear and held the warm and rock hard penis. Her palm gripped it firmly and gradually started moving up and down.It was really warm down there and when she felt his pre cum touch her, she mistook it for sweat. So she ceased kissing and pulled his underwear off. Then both of them undressed each other.