..Ooooohhhhh Yessssssss!”She had cum hard and the juice was flowing like crazy from her and he moved and climbed onto her, guiding the head of his c...ck into her still tingling wet cunt and thrust. She moaned slightly as it opened her up.And now he was pumping and fucking her, his breathing ragged as he drove himself on and she whispered into his ear.“That’s my good master. Fuck your little whore. Go on! Drive that fucking prick into my little cunt and fill me up your dirty fucker. Give me. I used to too but i used to lie. I told him i hadnt had sex in two weeks and cant find a girl(which was a lie i couldnt find a boy). To which one day my brother wanted to surprise me and brought one of his female friend(who had a crush on me) home so i can fuck her. Now she was hot, and i didnt wanted my brother to find out i was gay so banged that girl, and banged the shit out of her. That made me realize maybe i was bi. Coming forward i eventually opened up to my brother. Told him i was gay. But she used to avoid. I understood that , she liked me and want to tell her problems but fear. I started coming to her when my brother in law used to be out of home. Then she became little free. One day I brought a family planning guide for them and gave it to Bhabi. She did not show much interest just kept the book on her dressing table. I wanted to know why she didn’t show any eagerness. She told me indirectly that the family planning is not required as there is not much of action in the bed. I hated the fact that I was still a virgin at 22, but even a hooker had been unable to change that situation. When I went to the whorehouse in Heidelberg with a friend I had been so nervous that I hadn't been able to get it up. I had paid 20 bucks for a handjob, which had also been my first. I just had never been able to get girls interested in me. I thought that I was just unable to be loved. I really don't know why I kept on at the point. Before I met Madeline suicide was a real and constant.