Mom boli, “Kavita ji ko pata chalega toh woh naraz hongi aapse.” Woh bola bhabhiji aap ki sundarta ke aage mujhe Kavita yaad hi nahi rehti.Mom has... ke boli, “Aap bhi na, Ratan ji.” Woh mom ke paas aaya aur mom ke kaan mein bola, “Aap ka swaad khaane jaisa hi hai kya?” Mom boli, “Kya matlab bhaisaab?”Woh mom ko apni taraf kheechta hai. Apne dono haath mom ki kamar pe rakh ke bolta hai, “Bhabhiji aapki sundarta ka toh main deewana ho gaya hu. Aap bas aaj mujhe aapko chakhne do.” Mom ghabra ke. "Really? Tell me! How was it?" It actually wasn't the best. It was with a girl way older than I was, and we didn't really click. It mostly just felt really awkward, but it wasn't terrible." Was that your only time?" With a girl?" Yeah, with a girl." Yes, that was my only experience with a girl." Would you ever try again with a girl?" Um, yeah. I would." My mind flashed to what I imagined Trinka would look like naked, and I quickly tried to push the image away. "What about you? Have you ever had. This time she was standing so she had to bend further down. As she bent towards me, my eyes refocused themselves on her breasts. She was not wearing the doctor’s coat now, and she was half sleepy. Her kameez was bit moved and her bra strap of right shoulder was visible. As she bent forward, I could looked deep into her. Her lacy bra was visible and her mounds were more visible to me. Her bra has floral designs on them, and her right breast was pushing out as her bra strap was out of place. I. Harder than ever. I’m such a whore. I deserve it!”“First things first.” John went to the chair beside the bed and picked up his camera. “We need to keep the proof of what a cumslut whore you are.” He started taking pictures. Brenda was sure she looked the part of a whore, still sticky all over from cum, knowing her makeup was wrecked, her hair a filthy mess. She was not embarrassed, but smiled lewdly at the camera as John took shot after shot. Somehow she knew they’d both masturbate to.