Yahi sochte sochte pura din nukal gaya. Phir rat me papa bhi lat aaye. Or papa thodi sarab bhi piye huye the. Mummy bahut gussa huyi thi papa ke upar ... normally jab bhi mummy gussa karti thi to papa chup ho jate the lakin uuss din papa or bhi jada gussa or gali mummy ko dene lage.Mummy= ye kya ho gaya hai apko ek itani sarab pie kar aaye ho or upar se anaf sanaf galiya bake jaa rahe ho. Papa utane hi jada galiya mummy ko de rhe the. Mujhe sab pata tha ki ye galiya papa nhi bo randi aunty ka. Isse pehle jab bhi hum mile maine pooja ke badan ko tatolne ka koi moka nahi gavaya kabhi main uske boobs ko pakadta tha to kabhi uski gaand pe haath pherta tha lekin tab hame sex ki koi khas jankari nahi thi isliye hum dono ek doosre ke badan se chedkhani karke apni aag thandi kar lete the lekin is bar jab maine pooja ko dekha to woh to gazab ki dikh rahi thi uske boobs uske deep neck top se bahar nikalne Ke liye machal rahe the mera to use dekhte hi bura haal ho gaya mere dimag me use chodne. But not loud…heavy. I can feel the vibration through my bones. I can hear nothing but his breath. I feel the strength in those arms wrapped around me. They are strong, restraining. The drummer starts a solo and the muscle fibers in his strong arms become tauter. I could not get away if I tried. At that moment…he heard that thought….he relaxes. Just a small amount but it is enough. I turn in his arms and face him. I look directly into his eyes. The question is still there. Louder now than on. “Hmm” she sighed as she looked down at my softening cock, her legs had parted slightly and I now had a better view of her little black panties, they looked full and I did notice a couple of stray hairs poking out the sides, she made no attempt to do up the popper as she carried on typing her notes.“What are your sexual preferences please?” she asked with her gaze switching from her screen to my cock and then to my eyes, “I am bisexual” I told her with a smile, “Hmm” she replied making more.