Iiii sasur fir dhire dhire apne lund ko bhau ke chut mae ander bhar karne lagatha hai or bich bich mae bhau ke visal or gore gand mae japed bhi lagtha...pphhht phht or bhau aaaahhhhhhh……hhhaaaaaa…. sassur apni chodne ki speed or bhda detha hai or teji se apni randi bhau ko chodne lagtha hai bhau bhi apne gand ko age piche karti hai aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…….hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa fffffttttttttt…..aaaahhhhhhhh…..oooooooohhhhhh….ffffffttttttt…kamre mae awaje ghonje lagti hai lagbhag 10 minuet baad sassur biser. She had amazingly soft, white skin, and thin but oh so kissable lips, with her long jet black hair framing her face perfectly. Actually, she looked ravishing with her hair in either a bun or let down. She was just amazing looking. I have always had a keen appreciation for her beauty, and on the rare chance she came over, I always soaked it all in. However, it didn't occur to me that I was "turned on" by my cousin. It would have just felt too wrong in my conscious mind.Then one day she. I wanted a challenge. I saw a girl on the other side of the bar. Her hair was tied into a bun. Less make up than the other girls. I saw her lean forward to order her drink, her tits bounced a little in her dress. Big tits. Real ones. Better than the plastic shit Id played with the night before. I watched her move. She was natural, easy smile. Alone too. Skanks always hunt in packs, they can sniff a heavy wallet, as if enough green notes will get them wet. This one looked different. Her hair. I watched farmland go by the dark, then shifted my gaze down to the girl next to me. As I said, somewhat chubby, but pleasant to check out under the circumstances, there was something kind of sweet about the little bulge of cleavage between her big round breasts, the roll of her tummy, her little chubby fingers with tribal-style rings on each hand, the tattoo on one ankle, the little chubby toes in her flip-flops. From her feet I looked back up at her face-- and her eyes were open, staring at.