I can safely say that was absolutely never the case with my sister and me. I mean, she’s a pretty girl, but she’s my sister, and I never would hav... ever thought of anything like that. The thought of it for either of us would have just been inconceivable, at very least.Anyway, we were both on the couch watching a movie. My head was at one end and hers at the other. We shared a big crochet blanket between us. She was wearing sweatpants, a shirt and socks, and her hair was pulled back in a clip,. As we got inside the room, he closed and locked the door behind him. He then removed all his all his clothing once more and told me that as punishment for not washing his dick, I would now have to suck it until it was nice and clean. I protested and told him that I could never do that however he was not listening to my pleas, instead he just grabbed me by my shirt collar and forced me down to his crotch. He then ordered me to start sucking or face the disciplinary committee on my first day in. Hamara college sirf boys ka college tha mere nazar me do hi aurat thi ek didi par woh mere bahan thi aur ek didi ki nanad surjit.Par us ke sath sex karna to bili ke gal me ghanti bhandhane wali baat thi din ba din surjit mere zehan me basti chali gayi us ka kamra mere kamre ke sath hi tha ek din acanak mere jija ji ne mera kamra apne manager ko de diya aur mera saman surjit ke kamre me shift kar diya mujhe ek ummed ki kiran dikhaide aur mai us ke sath rehne laga woh baat kafi kam bat karti thi. Her body was rocking to a rhythm, her nostrils flared slightly, while her uneven, almost ragged breathing racked her chest. Another day had dawned in the leafy outer suburbs of Surrey, England.Wendy was on her back, naked in her marital bed, legs spread wide, her long dark hair spread out on a pillow and her two nipples bullet hard, high and proud. Bartley, her husband of 20 years, was on top of her, and in her, rhythmically pumping away with his Viagra stimulated cock.Bartley knew her. Yes he.