So, I stick to the Indian women.I came across DSC and I went inside. Please, don’t take me for a racist, I feel comfortable with the woman who comes...from my place. So, I noticed a hot bhabhi called Roopale. She looked very nice. (Of course, from the neck to toe). I did not have the opportunity to see her beautiful face.Well, it was fine with me. But then, I saw that I had to pay for some credits to have a chat with her in private. But I could chat with her for free as a guest. But she could not. In the old days it was enough for me. It was big compared to cuck K’s and it nicely filled my tight pussy I assumed all cocks were this size. However, once I saw Master’s cock I realised how wrong I had been. Master’s huge member had stretched me over the months he had owned me and now I feel certain that I would not even feel either of the cucks if they were to penetrate me. However, they both know that Master forbids either of them ever to fuck again. Which is probably why the cucks were so. “Let’s go in there” and he took her hand and had them locked in the dark cupboard before she had time to say anything. He looked at her and notices she seemed uncertain. He knew what to do. He had seen his brother do it many times. He step more closely to her and she step away but he kept stepping closer until he had her backup against the wall. He leaned in to kiss her again. He decided that he liked that very much. He could tell she liked it too although she was a bit panicky, but that didn’t. He said. "I can't wait to lose my virginity and fuck for real." I told him. "Ricky came close to popping my cherry, but I couldn't do it. It hurt too much." I did fantasize about uncle Steve fucking me, but it was just a fantasy. I wanted to wait, to save that special part of me for Ricky. Having all these sexual thoughts about your uncle seemed wrong in the first place. But I loved fantasizing about him popping my cherry with that huge, veined cock. That was taboo and I guess that just made it.