As if its true I clung tight to his neck and didn’t see anything that’s happening before me. I was engrossed in his manly scent and busy cuddling ...yself inside his chest.Soon, I felt myself being lowered gently onto the bed and my body hit the soft fabric. I rolled over but was getting so shy that I couldn’t open my eyes to see him. He stood nearly 6 foot tall with hefty muscles and my petite 5’5 body was no match compared to his hairy tone. He had a mustache which I admired lots and his chest. Toh unhone mere baalo ko khichte hue bola, “Toh kya teri behen aati thi yaha?” Toh maine bola, “Aap juth bol rahi ho yaha toh Preeti aati thi.”Toh unhone bola, “Nahi main aati thi aur roj tujhe yaha lund hilata dekhti bhi thi.” Maine bola, “Aisa nahi ho sakta, maine toh Preeti ko hi dekha hai yaha.” Toh unhone bola, “Kya bhen ke lode mere sath meri beti par bhi nazar thi teri?”Maine bola, “Ek minute aunty, main kya karu roz raat hote hi moaning ki awaz aane lagti thi. Mujhe se control nahi. As he hit the spot, the expression on his face was like a child that finally solved the puzzle: Wonderment and delight.Pulling his head back to my clit, I steadied myself for the orgasm that was surely on it's way. The rub of his fingers on my g-spot and the tongue flicking my clit, with the occasional suck, it didn't take long and I felt a squirt deep inside as it broke, covering his hand with juice.He sat back with a self satisfied grin. "Did I pass the test?" he asked a little. Jennifer couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Peter had just begun to worship her sex with his tongue and lips, and already she was teetering on the peak of orgasm. As his tongue began to flick her clit, she grasped the sheet and held on for dear life. He began to apply more pressure with his tongue, and she believed she was going to lose control. Not content, he slowly slid a finger almost inside her. She grabbed a pillow to smother her screams and she could feel her inner muscles begin to.