Meri didi ki umar 38+ ho chuki hai, lekin dikhne mein 25 ki lagti hain, aur gori bhi hain. Meri didi na zyaada moti hain, na zyaada patli. Matlab dikh...e mein ek dum mast maal. Unke blouse ki size 32-34 hai.Mere jijaji ki umar 50 se upar ho chuki hai, lekin didi puri 25 saal ki kamuq aurat dikhti hain. Chaliye, kahani ki baat karte hain. Jab maine 12th pass kiya, main B.Sc karne Ranchi chala gaya. Ek mahina PG mein rehne ke baad mera tabiyat kharaab ho gaya.Tab didi ko mere bare mein pata chala,. The screams of burning enemy combatants filled the air with as much pollution as the smoke. Of course, this caused a furious Sheriff to order patrols to seek us out and destroy us on the spot. Small units of just three or four men went on their missions to find us and eradicate us, not that we were about to let that happen. If the Sheriff wanted to let us pick off his forces piecemeal, well, so much the better for us. He was obviously desperate to locate and then eliminate us, but that wasn’t. Rubbing my cock through the jeans…he watches and I notice his cock getting hard again…not controlling himself…he reaches out unbuckles my belt, unsnap the snap, pulls the zipper down…reaches into my Calvin Klein’s hole and yanks out my half hard 9 incher…and starts licking it up and down and puts his lips over my mushroom head making a popping sound…this k** was sucking like a pro!….I tell him for the first time you are one hell of a cocksucker son!…he then explained he has watched str8 and gay. Albert showed us in and made tea, showing us around his three rooms, while the kettle heated. When we were settled at the table, with tea and "biscuits" in front of us, Albert took his leave, with a wave, saying "Ta loves. I'll be back at "half-eight" to take you to an 'otel." As soon as he left, we grabbed our cups, and started to explore the flat in more detail, looking at the photos of Albert in his World War I uniform, and in the country, with his grand-children. I recognized a couple.