Meri gaand ka ched bahut dard kar raha tha….Aur ham dono bahut thak chuke the….Thodi der eise hi letne ke baad unhone meri gaand par boro+ lagaya�...�.Mujhe meri gaand suji huyi lag rahi thi…Wo mere paas aakar lete aur mujhse lipat gaye…Rat ka karib 3 baj chuka tha….Ham dono thak ke ek dusre se chipke huye so gaye….Subh karib 12 baje meri neend khuli….Par mujhse utha nahi ja raha tha….Meri choot aur gaand dono me swalling thi….Unka lauda bhi suja huwa tha….Unki chamdi bhi nikal chuki thi…Sham tak. I'm flattered, but also pissed... why now? After so long, why is he dredging all of this up? Is he doing this just to fuck with me?Well, it's working. After nearly an hour of his songs taking me for a ride on an emotional roller coaster, I miss him. I miss his raspy voice, his mop of curly hair, the smell of his Gucci cologne. I miss sipping coffees at the Beachwood Cafe, taking bubble baths together in my giant tub, discussing the books we've read, trying to teach him French. He told me I was. Before him laid out on the equipment was his boss, she was partly strapped to the piece of equipment, leant back with support for her head, her legs were spread and strapped to padded cradles elevating her to waist height, she was the most amazing shiny rubber stockings and a corset, which covered her tits apart from her nipples, which poked out through the glistening rubber. Her pussy was completely exposed and part shaven bar a small tuft of hair just above her clit, she gave him time to take. “Don’t, El!” He whispered, forcefully as he dared. He knew their father was probably passed out in the next room, but he didn’t want to take any chances.“It’s alright, Grim,” she replied.“I don’t want you to see me!”“Those trousers don’t leave much to the imagination. Besides, I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”“I know, but not since we were little,” he argued.She resisted the obvious rejoinder of “and some parts still haven’t grown,” knowing how fragile his self-esteem was. She just.