. Wo apne chutt ko kas kas k mere lund par lagar rahi thi…. Fit maine unke nighty khol di. Ap wo black bra panty me thi..Fir maine unke panty k uppe... se hi chuut ko chaatne laga kutte ki tarah… Maammi tadapne lagi or apna panty khol ka mera sir pakar k apna chutt chatwaane lagi… Wo jor jor se siskiyan la rahi thi… Or moannn ka rahi thi… Ahh ufffff or chaato mere boor ko… Ahhh yess… Ohhff plz mujhe ab raha nahi jaa raha hai mujhe chodd daalo..Fir maami ne meri kapde utaari or mere lund dekh k. An uneasy silence hung in the air. He could hear the breathing down the line. Obviously, they both had the same idea to let the other start the conversation. After an extended silence, he heard an intake of breath, and then a voice spoke."Hello Dan"The voice was plain, no rise or fall in tone. There was no way he could recognise the voice from just two words. He needed more. Reluctantly, trying to keep his voice at an even drone, he replied"Who are you?" At this point in time, that has no. All the action took place right there behind the big man's desk, in front of the window, and I got the whole thing. A memory card in a digital camera will hold a world of heartache; I'm here to tell you. Strangely enough, I was feeling completely different than I thought I would. I was angry, sure. I was also hurt. I felt disgust and contempt. I damn sure didn't get a hard on. I didn't shed a single tear, though my eyes did water up a bit. I just felt, well, numb. I guess a lot of that was due. “Maybe we should go to your bed and be more comfortable”? She suggested.“No”, I said. “That won’t be necessary, my cock will be plenty comfortable in your ass right here, and I won’t get any of your stench on my bed”.My sister’s jaw just dropped to the floor. She stammered, “You don’t want to stick that thing in my butt do you”!“That’s exactly what I am going to do and if you don’t like the idea, then leave”, I said, “no one’s forcing you to stay, but if you want to spend one last night in my.