Ek din sham ko mai hall me baith kar T.V. dekh raha tha. Maa aur didi kitchen me dinner ki tayaree kar rahee thee. Kuch der ke bad didi ne pana kam kh...tam karke hall me aa gayee. Mai hall me bister par baitha tha aur mera peeth diwar ke sahare tha aur pair phaile hue the. Didi kitchen se aa kar bister par baith gayee. Didi ne thori der tak T.V. dekhee aur phir akhbar utha kar parhne lagee. Thori der tak akhbar ke front page ke news parhne ke bad didi ne akhbar khol karke andar wale page ke news. You could try to loosen him up with your fingers, but the look he gives over his shoulder is one of immediate need.So you press into him slowly, with only enough force to move but otherwise letting his muscles relax around you. He lets out a long, low moan and pushes back to force all of you into him at once. Your knees tremble a bit at the sensation of just the tip to the entire length enveloped in tight heat.You reach around to stroke him, but he pushes your hand away, moaning, "Too. You've never been in love, you know that? You don't even know what love is." Man, fuck you. Why do ya gotta get so personal?" Because we're talking about personal shit here! And you can't tell me what to do, because we're not in your territory here. You don't know shit about love or loss or anything because you've never even loved. And I'm sick of your shit and you ragging on Jen all the time, like it's supposed to make me feel better if you call my ex-girlfriend a slut or something. So why. Phil was fingering her with his palm facing down and now had three fingers in her pussy. He was apparently working on her G-spot because up to this point she had not made a sound, but now we could hear her breathing harder as his fingers brought her to the brink of an orgasm. Suddenly we saw my wife grip the pillow above her head tightly and heard her groan in ecstasy. As she started to calm down, Phil once again looked at me and getting no resistance, he got to his knees alongside of my wife..