Tum sach mei bohot sensational ho. Aur chodo mujhe. Bade pyar se chodte ho tum. Har aurat aisa he sex chahti hai. Karte raho jaan karte raho.Me- Shwet..., sex mere liye sirf maza nai ek passion hai.Shweta- oh meri jaan.. Bohot maza aa raha hai. Aisa lag raha hai jaise jannat mil gayi ho.Mere mamme chuso. Pi jao sara doodh.Me- unko chodte chodte unke mamme chusne laga.Fir hum 20 minute baad rule toh maine kaha aram kar lo fir chalu karte hai. Vo boli aur ek bar ? Na baba.Maine bola ruko tum khud. I wanted to protest, because I wasn't gay, but it felt so good. My uncle was short, chubby, smooth and tan. He was actually shorter than my aunt, and even when I was several years younger I could take him in basketball or a wrestling match. So I guess I didn't feel threatened physically but just emotionally. Not only was this a guy but my own uncle. Yet somehow my a****l instincts kicked in. I felt good and my mind was set on pleasure. I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan. ” We all cheered.Amy got up on the table and unsnapped her jeans, unzipped them, and started to peel them down Lulu’s legs. The other two girls helped Amy out by lifting Lulu’s ass. The rest was just a struggle to get an unconscious girl out of her tight blue jeans.Melody was up next, she was also the more aggressive of the girls. She took one look at Lulu’s granny panties, you know the kind, they are big, cotton, and usually stained from a girl’s periods. Anyway, Melody made quick work of them. Growing up we shared everything. About eight years ago he met and married Nicole. Of course, Phil asked me to be the best man at their wedding. About a year ago, Phil came to me with a question. He and his wife had spoken of their fantasies and one of Nicole’s was to have sex with a very well-endowed male. Phil had known about the blessing/curse that had been bestowed upon me by birth. My erection got close to 10” and quite thick. While we had shared everything in the past, this still surprised.