I don’t know who it was as I was too engrossed in sucking Bela’s breast. The next thing I notice is that my jeans are unzipped and almost down to ...e knees while my fully erect cocky was being stroked through the fabric of my soft cotton undies. I just once, left the breast I was so deliciously sucking to leave out a loud moan as I felt two hands, one on the penis and the other on my balls! I looked down and saw that Alpana had her hand around my dick while Bela my sister was massaging my balls!. These are Bugle Boy Jeans" I started to say, but seeing her, I decided against it. In the commercials the gal always drove off. After the "Thank you" of course. "Yeah, I'm fine. No biggie." Grinning stupidly, I looked at her. Though not a beauty queen by any standards, she was what my friends referred to as 'doable'. Brown shoulder length hair hung over her shoulders. Soft brown eyes met mine and I tried to avoid my bad habit of looking at her chest. "Thanks for the concern though," I said and. Shameless!”, she said as she shoved me away. Damn! What did I say wrong!And then I realized what a great fool I am. Next day I apologized her at least 10 times before she agreed to have a cup of tea with me at the canteen. It was a matter of time before we were friends and soon good friends and then what she called were best friends.I came to know about her lonely life. What made her so alone and grieved. It was that her parents passed out when she was very young. She grew up with her uncle and. Tristan was hot around him, his body tensing and clutching at his cock, his entire body shuddering. His face lost in pleasure. Damon wanted him that way forever.“Shit!” Damon swore. Where the fuck had that come from? Tristan was getting under his skin. That was not okay.Damon buried his face in Tristan’s neck, held him tightly in place and started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but he knew that with this intense feeling, he couldn't last long. He thrust faster, using shorter.