I know they know what she sent me so I just calmly stop and say confidently "ohh yeah im ready. They all start laughing and she says too bad its her...ass pointing to the friend who said something when I walked past. I just look and tell her to stand up and as she does GOD DAMN that ass is crazy. Through her sweatpants you can see perfection. But I have to admit her face is avg at best. I'm caught in the moment and say "you two are some bad bad bitches damn" and walk back to my group. When. My sister’s marriage was fixed to one of my father’s friend son, he is good at earning and he is in good position in his work, marriage as taken place very grandly all of our relatives were so happy to see my sister’s marriage, my mother and father were also happy, as marriage ended we sent her to groom’s house as it’s our culture.My father is an officer in Indian tourist department he got so many higher authority friends and he is so busy with his work, my mother is a housewife truly devotee. I kept cumming and cumming, pumping an enormous load in my sister's bowels. I came so hard, I was light headed and my hands lost their grip on her waist. Stumbling over, I landed half on her back before I found new support on the mattress. On all fours now, I desperately kept thrusting my hips to squeeze every last drop of sperm into her.Deanne wasn't doing any better, exhausted from cumming, her arms gave way and together we tumbled on the mattress. There was no kissing or snuggling this. Eventually Mrs Clusky, in her old ‘mother-hubbard’ dress, just let out a low whistle and said, “Well, Lordy, Lordy me! You younguns jist never change. Turn yuh back for a second and y’awl all at it like a bunch of jack-rabbits in matin’ season. And darn it all if it weren’t the same back in my day. Only in them days we used the back of the hay barn. Got a mite prickly at times but that didn’t mind none when you had a fella under yuh!”Mrs Clusky’s fierce little eyes quickly surveyed the scene.