I visibly slumped at the table and with tears running down my cheeks I shook my head admitting defeat.He reached up and slowly traced the path of tear... down one cheek. He smiled, an evil, gloating smile and in a surprisingly pleasant tone of voice he said, "I like it that you're crying. It's giving me a hard on."I could feel the fear like a hot poker in my stomach. I was so scared that I was having trouble catching my breath. But I said nothing. I knew instinctively that if I were to try to. "Aaaahaaaa Bhaiya your lund is even bigger than my hubby's.....he has never touched his lund on my choot......see your lund has made my choot cry and my choot is shedding tears of joy on your cock." My sister was aroused by the continuous fondling and kissing of her chuchis, and the pressure she was getting on her pussy by my hot cock.Being desperate, she said,, "Oh bhaiya......do it.....chodo......der mat karo.....I cant wait.....fuck your didi..... I can't take it anymore." I grinned evilly. I notice she isn’t getting anything, only pleasuring me so I move my fingers down her body to her hips then to her wet pussy. I feel it’s not as wet as before so I start rubbing it at first and then I feel it get wetter. I take two of my fingers and insert them into her now, very wet pussy. I start moaning louder as I get closer to orgasm once again and I hear her start to moan, I feel that he has already come as I swallow his juices with his dick still deep in my mouth. I love the feel of her. You pull my top off and take off my lacy bra. Your tongue rolls slowly over each mound before taking my nipples one at a time into your mouth. You cup my breasts, squeezing them together as you continue sucking on my rock hard nipples. You kiss and lick in the valley between my full breasts breathing in my warm scent. We kiss again hungrily. You unzip my jeans and your fingers find my damp pussy. I moan and start to move sexually as you stroke my wanton clit softly, tenderly, caressing it.