Dosto ho sakta hai ye story aapko kuch zyada spicy na lage jaise ki aap iss me padhte ho, kyuki ye ek real story hai.Ye baat tabki hai jb mai 5th std....Me padhta tha. Tab mai bahot hi maasum, jaise dudh ka dhula lagta tha. Un dino mere door ki rishte ki koi sister (age 20)hamare yaha padhai k liye rehne aayi thi. Mai bhola bhandari use didi didi keh kar din bhar usse chipka rehta tha. Par tab mujhe ye pata na tha ki usme bhot kand bhara hai.Mai jb bhe usse lipat jata wo mei half pant me hath. This felt great because I could grindmy clit on his body.Suddenly Lisa and Dom were behind me. Lisa said,“Just relax. You are going to love this.”Next thing I knew Dom’s finger was in my ass again.Then two fingers. Lisa was right, I loved it. Butthen they were gone. I was so fucking horny. Stopteasing me, was all I could think. Then he was back.But now it was much bigger. It doesn’t take a brainsurgeon to figure out what they are up to.Lisa was trying to guide. My mind raced. My cock stood rigid. I heard her words over and over. Stepping from the shower, I grabbed my towel, drying quickly. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I headed downstairs."Baby," my Mom's voice called. I stopped in my tracks. Her voice was in my room. I moved to the door, pushing it open. My mom, in her robe, was seated on the edge of my bed, head drooping, eyes lowered."Mom," I whispered. "Are you ok?" Come here Baby," Mom whispered. "Come to Momma," she continued. She reached. ” Her hazel eyes widened slightly at this, but she gave me another, somewhat more doubtful nod. (Actually, “cranky bitch” was the phrase one of her ex-boyfriends had once used to describe her to me.)I leaned forward and spoke more softly. “But I’ve always suspected that sometimes you get very tired of having to be that person – of always being in charge, always having to be the one to make sure that everything gets done properly.”She stared through her glasses at me as if I were a.