This is that story.A little background before we begin. I was a slim, good looking,heterosexual teenager living in New Delhi, India. I always had the...efantasies of being forced to dress up, but never had the guts to try andexperiment. Then one summer, I got a chance to taste the forbiddenfruit.My parents had to travel abroad for a week. But they were ratherreluctant to leave me alone. Then, mom came up with the brilliant planof having my cousin Sarah come and stay over. Sarah, who was. .Ye dekh ke mujhe bhaut gussa aya but mein dekte rha kajal kitni badi rand hai …Lund chusne kd baad woh doggy style mein beth gayi aur rone lagg rhi ” mujhe apna lund do sid ..Do doo…” usse aise dekhke mein wha se chala gaya .Agli subha woh office chale gayi thi aur meri college ki chutti thi thodi der ghar ka kaam karne ke baad mene soach thodi porn dekh ke muth hi marr leta hu … Toh mene headphones lagaye aur marne lagg gya … Kajal ke pass chabi thi aur uski jaldi holiday hone ke wjha se woh. There was no question what was to follow, the question was more how it was going to happen, I answered that question quickly.My hands was still on her tight ass, using that as leverage, I lifted her onto the desk, I slid my hands over her hips, down her legs and pushed them open, revealing her pussy to the light. She grabbed hold of my cock and as I stepped closer she guided it straight into her pussy. She leaned back, resting on her arms, her breasts pushed out proudly, her face contorted into. Dad met an old family friend that we’ve known for as long as I can remember and brought him over last night. Shit, I haven’t seen . . . Paul . . . like forever! Anyway, we all got to remembering old times, but Paul’s version is way different than what I remember. Funnier, too. We must have talked and laughed until after midnight, and I’ve never had so much fun in my whole life. I have a sneaking suspicion, though, that some of the things that Paul came up with are total bullshit. Guess that’s.