” Sasha whispered, looking chagrined.“My head,” Xia said, rubbing her scaled hands along her forehead, tugging on one horn gently. “Bleugh. I ...eel like I slept in a woodchipper again.”“Again?” Darryl asked.“Darryl!” Xia blinked away the faint haze that seemed to have filled her eyes. She grabbed his forearms and stepped forward. “Darryl, I have to warn you! Your fucktoy, she’s not who she says she is! She hit me with a weird gizmo that knocked me out and also, she, she, she...” She trailed off.. I hand tobring my hands up onto his thick muscled thighs to keep from beingpulled off the toilet and onto the floor. I could feel the huge musclesof his thighs tense under my touch. I slid the around his legs andfound better purchase on his hips. I was just managing to breaththrough my nose between thrusts when he came. He groaned loudly andpulled me fully onto his cock. He was too long for me to take his wholelength in and I gagged a bit as the tip of his cock tickled the back ofmy throat.. This is another adventure of late night sex that I had with her.So coming back to the story. You all know that my sister Zyra and I were living together in Mumbai. It had been weeks since our first incident, and there was always this weird awkwardness. I felt a different kind of attraction to Zyra.It was a Saturday night. I was playing Fifa when Zyra came wearing a short dress that hardly covered her boobs. She told me she will be going out with this guy she met while shopping. Me- I don’t want. They knew that nobody would be looking for him ifhe disappeared because he had left instructions not to contact him while hewas away. And, most importantly, they knew that he was exactly what the Ladywanted, the wet dream she had described in complete detail when she had calledon them. All chatter in the van stops now as the men turn into the far end of the parkinglot. Cigarettes are hastily extinguished and the radio is silenced. There isthe soft sound of seatbelts being unfastened, doors.