He slowly guides himself into me, and slowly begins to thrust. I won't lie to make it all the more sensual; he's not exceptionally large. Nonetheless... I cry out as if I've been impaled by at least 10 inches. The way my walls stretched to accommodate him felt different every time. He always keeps me waiting so long. "Better?" His blue eyes smoldering into mine. I dig my nails into his buttocks, urging him to go faster, but he grabs my hands, placing them above my head and rolling his hips so. I did not know this but bourbon is the fashionable alcohol to drink now. I had not had any since my college days and it was always mixed with coke. But these girls were hitting it straight from the bottle. The conversation very quickly became risqué as they started trash talking about old lovers and one night stands. I did not know girls did these things today. Apparently giving a blow-job is as common as a kiss goodnight. The girls love to describe their techniques. I would think, from what I. Qukay sab ki behano ko to shook say or mazay say enjoy ker raha tha magar ya to mare real behan hai wo be chhoti esko kasay dahkon . Udhar song start ho gea .Or chhoti behan preeti dance pay lag gaye . Main apni nazar ko edhar udhar lay jata to kabhi thora sa dahk layta . Itnay main mujhay pechay say awaaz aye mare bhabhi ki , jo meray cousin ki new wife thi wo apna husband ko boli , kitne piyare hai or eskay figer,s kitnay sexy hain uuuffff tooba …Ya baat sun ker aik baar to carant laga or. I ran my hands over her arms and around her waist, feeling her soft belly. She moved slightly in her sleep as my hand explored her young body. I waited and then pressed on, sliding my hand up to cup her firm tits. The nipples were soft and small as I worked them between my fingers, but then they slowly stiffened and hardened,oh so nice! Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, expanding her breasts in to my cupped hand; I rubbed and squeezed her now erect nipples.I pressed my face into her.