.Now getting to the story, I want to narrate to you all about my experience with my sister Shirley.. as I m typing this she is sitting with me giving ... hand job.. my story is a little long but please be patient with reading coz I promise you’ll completely enjoy it.. I am basically from mumbai, my father and mother had a love marriage for which both of their houses was against it..esp. coz my mom was a hindu who had fallen in love with my dad who was a Christian, so basically both of them were. ”He pulled her skirt up over her ass and rolled it around her waist, he then proceeded to slide her knickers down her thighs to her knees. She glanced over her shoulder, “please no Alfie, my family will be arriving soon.”“Don’t worry I told you I was just testing something and so far, you have passed, I’m not going to fuck you, I’ll save that for later.” He parted her knees and slid his hands up to her snatch, she was wet which brought a smile to his face. “Are you ready for this?”“Just hurry. I didn't quite believe her and she kept going on about it so she ended up one evening sending a pic of it and it must have been just over 7" and thick, a nice BWC if I didn't say so myself.After her being with him for a few months she was saying that she was having problems so I told her to go away with him and sort it out. When she got back she invited me straight round hers to tell me all about it. I was surprised as I knew that she had only got back from her holiday with him.When I saw her. I could feel my rectal muscle fighting his tongue. Michael was clearly winning that battle.At this point, My knees were up by my shoulders, While Michael’s big hands cupped my ass cheeks, spreading my anus with the inside of his thumbs. He was going clockwise, as deep as he could go with the thick part of his tongue, and then he’d reverse his direction, sending waves of pleasure generating from my rim and flowering throughout my body. I had to close my eyes, while I rubbed my clit, and I pushed.