He was awakened from an almost dream state by the door bell. The pizza had arrived.Smiling at him, she put some more lotion in her hand and started on...the other leg; the muscles riveting in her calf as she pointed her foot to the screen; playing with him. She licked her lips as the hands passed under her thigh and she bent her knee to her chest opening the little pantied box for his view.The bell rang, again. Grabbing his wallet, and a blanket to hide his somewhat obvious arousal, he sprinted. It would always cheer her up and alleviate the stress she experienced, but deep inside she was sad and lonely.As I said, sex until then was excellent. We tried all sorts of poses. We were very fiery and passionate in our power play, but she never allowed me to try her anally. She fantasized about it to try sex with one more man, especially with an elder one, but I could not manage with myself to that kind of thing. I was too possessive. Although, I did thought of it and was very excited. I also. Phir main apni behan k upper a gaya main bhi pura nanga ho gaya tha or meri behan bhi puri nangi thi.Behan leti hui thi or phir main behan k upper a gaya or phir main behan k doodho per hath rakha or uske nipple masalne laga or dabate hue behan ko chota sa life ka pehla lip kiss kiya uske hosh me.Or phir se behan k dudho per kiss karne laga nipple ko muh me lekar chusne laga.Meri behan ne mere face ko hatho se pakda or mujhe bhuki sherni ki tarah kiss karne lagi. Or main apni behan k dudho ko. " Over that next year he taught us remaining seven how to live and survive far from home, help, or any prayer of survival. Three of us managed to live long enough to become veterans and help train the always arriving newcomers. Old Venial never appeared to show much personal interest in a recruit and rarely ever bothered to remember or use our names until we had been with him a good long while. Now I realize that he did actually care a bit about us, but that it was a constant pain to him to see.