Ghar par jab akeli rahti thi tab phone par videos dekhti thi. Then dhire dhire mujhe sab samajh aane laga. I started masturbating. Woh mera routine ho...aya tha. College se aane ke bad roz fingering karne lagi. Mujhe fir chudne ki iccha jagne lagi.Mere friends ne kaha ki tu dildo kharid le and fir apne aap ko satisfy kar lena. Tab summer vacations start hui thi to main ghar aayi thi. Laksh bhi ghar par hi tha. Usi din ghar aakar maine ek bhai behen ke chudayi ki story padhi. Mere dimag mein idea. She had hold of his manhood as they talked and felt the stirrings, so she knew he was interested, so she said “oh I see that`s a start then!” and began to chuckle. “Tell me about Uncle Fred” he asked, so she began to do just that;“You remember last June when Aunt Molly, took the k**s to that Sunday boot sale and you slept in?” she didn’t wait his reply, “Well I was up and about and went for a stroll, Uncle Fred was working with the pigs, his old boar was servicing a sow, I was fascinated and I. Uskay office janay key 10 minutes baad mey bhi office jata tha.bike se jatay par mey usay bus stand par khada hua dekhta tha kabhi kabhi uski bhi nazar muj par pad jati thi. Eke din wo ghar se nikli toe 5 minutes baad mey bhi bike start kar key chal diya manay rastay me usay dekha toe uski bhi nazar meray par padgai manay usay kha ki agar aap bura na manay toe me aap ko chor du, aap ko kaha tak jana hey wo boli mey toe noida tak jati hu menay kaha may aap ko drop kar deta hu mera office bhi. My wife was moaning constantly, the pitch and volume of her moans changing in sync with the different touch of his fingers. The video ended in less than fifty seconds and I immediately replayed it. Then I listened up and heard him talking quietly, something I missed first time around and it became clear some of her moans were in fact responses to what he was saying. Then I plugged on a set of headphones. Now I could hear much more detail. ‘Is this what you wanted, white slut?’ He asked.