Hum log subha-subha ghar aaye the. Diwali ka time tha, aur wo chhota sa gaon tha. Log bhi kam hi the aaju-baaju mein. Aunty aur badi mummy pata nahi k...a khusur-busur kar rahe the. Beech-beech mein wo meri taraf dekh ke alag hi smile de rahe the.Fir hum logo ne uska gaon dekha, kheti dekhi, aur ye wo sab dekha. Shaam ko main Kanan ke sath soya. Kanan to translator ban gaya tha uncle aur mere beech mein. Fir raat ko khaate waqt uncle ne bataya –Uncle: Kal bhai-dooj hai. To main apni sister ke. Other people might hear the wind, but these winds were bad enough that I could smell them!Janet smiled at me, but she agreed to head south. We decided to head for the Gulf, since neither one of us had ever been there. I figured that we could follow roads from Galveston to Brownsville and see as much of the Gulf Coast as we ever wanted to see. It seemed sensible to head through Dallas and Houston on our way to Galveston. There should be enough traffic to insure that the roads were in good. At the same time she took his balls in her hand and gently began to squeeze them. It only took a minute of this before he grabbed the back of her head and unloaded a big load deep within her mouth. She said he tasted a lot like mine and lapped it all up. She was just swallowing the last mouthful when he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her. Before she had a chance to even register what was happening, he slammed his still hard dick inside of her and began to fuck. It was hot to drink but she found herself always taking deep breaths when hot coffee was around, the aroma always caught her senses. “I know, but you just want the lay, I get it.” “It’s not that!” she guffawed. “It’s not?” he asked, eyebrows arched like he knew she had worked everything out. “No, no it’s not.” She attempted a sip then pulled the hot mug from her lips, “We agreed that it was just…fucking and that was it.” “I told you, I don’t love you, it was a stupid word that slipped.