.n to my bad luck she complaint to my mom..uss din toh bas bhagwan ne jaan bachayi thi…mummy ne papa ko bataya diya..or bas watt lag gyi..bas hua yo...ki my chacha ji came..n my father has to go to maarige wid him..so he left..and in meanwhile i apologize to my sister n said i wont repeat..or meri jaan bach gyi..but meri behen k aatitude me change aa gya..but i love her boobs adat toh chootni nhi thi..toh maine ek mirror bath room me rakh diya..toh jab meri behen bra utarti thi..or bra pehenti. With a laugh, she said, “You’re sweet” and layed down on the lounge chair next to me. “I think I’m going to go with no tan lines.” I tried not to stare as she layed on her stomach and undid the little, yellow string to her bikini top. She was already beautifully tan with just a hint of a tan line across her back, her amazing ass, although covered by a small, tight bikini bottom left little to the imagination, but I had no idea what she was hiding between her legs. I could feel my cock swelling. I sit up groggily in the shitty cot my step-dad set up for me in the garage, smirking as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, thank god we live in Miami, eh?My few meagre belongings were tucked under a military-esque pop up cot, squared away in my patrol bag, a few more in the trunk of my 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 302. Even in the dim light it’s matte blue paint with white racing stripe finish gleams, spotless. My most prized possession.I didn’t own much, mostly because I rarely came home, in the 6. The two men work in rhythm to continue my orgasm, which now seems never-ending. It’s almost too much to take. I’ve become a hyper-sensitive mess, but I don’t want it to stop. Suddenly, the man with his cock in my ass announces an impending orgasm. A couple quick, deep thrusts result in him burying his cock in my ass and pumping a second load into my bowels. Both cocks are removed without warning, making me groan at how empty it feels. I take that moment to breathe, but I’m not given long to.