She was bucking and moaning, begging me not to stop. I had no intentions of easing up. I was on a mission to make her cum.Then her body language chang...d. I could tell she was shutting herself off from allowing her own climax.“Oh, no, you don’t, slut!” I chastised her. “You’re not going to hold back on me. You’re going to cover my face with that slutty little cunt juice!”Talking dirty to her seemed to be doing the trick. I kept my fingers moving in and out of her. “You like the way our husbands. Ye meri Iss pe pehli kahani hai.Ye ek real story hai meri or rekha aunty ki jo ki married hai. Unka rang gora hai wo figure 39 30 42 hai. Ab main kahani shuru karta huRekha aunty ke pati ki night duty lagi hui thi or jahan unka ghar hai wo thoda sunsan area hai to uncle ne rat me mujhe unke ghar rukne ko kaha to mere mummy dady ne bhi han kar di.Ab sham ke 7 baje main aunty ke ghar gaya to uncle bhi the wahaMain andar jake bat karne laga or 8 baje uncle office chale gaye or aunty ko gate band. What a blast. I really have to get back into life when I get back home. This was just too much fun!I soon found I was starving, again, when someone suggested we go get some lunch. As we were drying off a lot of the younger kids did all they could to make sure they made a production of trying to see if anyone was looking as they tried to give sneak peeks at their charms. No one seemed to give a shit. One boy even swatted his little sister’s butt and told her to cut it out. If she wanted to keep. I felt myright breast get smaller and his get bigger. I did the samefor the left side."Well what do you think so far?" I never realized that breasts were so heavy." He reachedup, cupped them, and looked at himself in the mirror. Iturned and looked at myself, flat chested, with a penis andballs."Do you want to continue?" We've come this far, haven't we?" "You need to lay on the bed.."He walked over to the bed, trying to get used to the movementof his new breasts. I chuckled a little and heard a.