He was now thisbeautiful sister I had, who I loved as my sister. I was hard not to. Shewas a beautiful girl, as graceful and feminine and made me awes...mesandwiches when I was came back from a game of tennis. I hoped, for hissake, mom would allow him to become Rahul again.I was walking into the concert hall with mom to watch Ridhi perform hisdance recital. Two hours earlier, I saw him exit his room dressed forthe recital. He was done up on a traditional Indian do - he was wearinga purple. Then again I went on top and kissed her on her lips and she told I making her excited by every move she never had this much excitement with her hubby, then I slowly started pressing her pussy and inserted my finger in her pussy and then while sucking her breasts her oozing liquid came out from her pussy and I took and sucked it in my mouth.Then she put her hand across my neck and started kissing me more passionately. Now I went down to her pussy and opened her pussy lips and started to lick it. .. yessssss... yessssss... suck that cock !! " he groaned " suck that big fucking cock !!! "after a few minutes i rolled over on2 my back so my head could lie over the side of the bed. that way, more of his shaft could slide deeper in2 my throat. i was gagging so much that tears were streaming down the sides of my face. my mouth was stretched as wide as it could go & fortunately my saliva glands were in overdrive. my spit & his pre cum & my feverish determination allowed me 2 take him even. Krish *** . It was another routine day for me, I was checking out my private inbox for any requests from ladies. I’ve received many mails (generally 97% of them are fake).So I’ve replied to all of them,but one mail caught my attention.Her name was Sarala.So I thought it was fake but after chatting with her for some time and questioning her variously I found out that she was genuine.She told me that she liked my story very much and was flattered by the way I fucked the heroine of my story (It.