I could not believe my sister could do a thing like that.“Both of them buggers love my finger in their ass Bahijaan and now you love it too. But you...keep fucking your slut sister. Dont stop Bhaijaan. Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard!”“Yes, Baji!”I held nothing back, giving her the hardest fuck of her life. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me into her and fucking back like a whore. My balls slapped against her ass as I drove my cock into her cunt with great gusto.“Do you like my. I hadn’t quite made it myself, but knowing Vee, I’d get another chance in a few minutes.“Fuck, I REALLY needed that! The girls downstairs had their boyfriends over for the weekend, I could hear them at it every night, and it was driving me mad!”“Didn’t you think about going out and finding yourself a stud?”“No, after Freshers Week I’ve gone right off casual sex. I might if I really fancy a bloke, or if he makes me laugh, but I now know that I want a man who puts me first.”I tried not to show my. Within a few short years the place would be regularly packed during the tourist season, and the hotel and the temple above, prospered as they never had before. Both considered us to be the true source of their good luck and fortune and we were always held in their highest regards. For the next week I don’t think any us ever dressed even once, and we alternated fucking, with meals and hot soaks in the Temple springs, then having a big family dinner, finally another long night of fucking. Rick. Cursing my luck, I flung the little diary in which I’d noted down all my friends’ phone numbers, on to the corner table. That’s when I noticed a little piece of folded paper fall out of the diary. Picking up the paper, I realized it was the number of the sales girl Sapna, who worked at the small boutique store run by my father’s friend. I had almost forgotten about her, and in the kind of mood I was in today, it seemed to be a perfect day to catch up with her again. Just as I began to dial her.