”Saying that sent a shiver down my spine. I’d just asked my best friend—my brother’s lover—to fuck me. I was almost seventeen years old and ...o one else had ever touched me down there. I could feel how slick my juices were making her thigh as she continued to slide it up and down my pussy. And I could feel the gentle scrape of her pubes as she slicked up my side with her wetness. I caressed her breast and flicked her nipple a little as she whined into my mouth. Her fingers pinched at my nipples. U really made me mad with ur love my dear. Now it’s my turn to return u the favor.’ She laid me on my back & started to kiss me passionately. We played with each others tongue & saliva for some time & she made a wild & quick move to my nipples. She kissed, sucked & bitted nipples. I said ohhhhh Anjali aunty eat me. She replied, ‘I’ll make u feel that u never felt dear.’ She then got down by kissing my chest, navel & she kissed my dick from over the short. Aunty pulled my short like a ‘wild. .. I'll live. It did hurt a little, but that's just because I was too dry back there... and my head is going to be fine too." Good," was all I could think of to say.Then Mom looked down at my boner, I think just to check I wasn't hurt in some way, and then she broke out in a giggle. "I see you've got some racing stripes on that thing of yours," and as she was talking she reached for the paper towels, got a good wad, wet it, put some hand soap on it, and said, "let me clean that up for you." And. We pass one another pretending that it’s too tough to be together, when the opposite is true. We have met because of Allah’s doing. Our kiss was something sanctioned by Allah. The urge to touch you comes from the heavens, and I’m not about to let it go. I’ve had nothing else on my mind. I try hard to forget you. I even went so far as to curse the day I met you, but none of it works. I just keep thinking of you, as though I’m on some vicious carousel, spinning, never stopping.”“What would.