But no one showed up, and we finished with another load of semen that I left in my sister’s pussy. Time to call it a night, we thought.“Saala bhen...hhod!” (Damn sister-fucker!) we heard, and we froze, terrified that someone had seen us. We turned to the terrace door. It was Govind, Nandini’s real brother, and my cousin.He was grinning as he walked up and said, “Apne behen ko chodta hai, bhenchod?” (You are fucking your sister, sister-fucker?)I started to get defensive. I was stunned to see. Her neighbor Steve had just caught her masturbating and got it on video. What was worse, he was planning on using the video, and the subsequent pictures to blackmail her into God knew what. Now she found herself dressed in nearly nothing, and being led like a lamb to the slaughter.Steve led the scared girl down into the basement where he told her to sit down on an old sectional couch. "Welcome to my humble abode," he announced. "Let's relax and get comfortable, can I get you a drink?" I guess,. I got dressed in a white pouffy dress I wanted to look prettyfor church and it was the only dress that wasn't too over the top.My mom insisted I take a picture before we left for church in thebackyard on the patio she had a large planter box of flowers that lookedlike roses and told me to take a few and pose. Once the pictures weretaken we went to church and as I sat through the sermon a young boy tooka real interest in me he thought I was pretty and wanted to get to knowme. I was just going. Her wet, tender lips tugged on his manhood as she pulled upwards. Her tongue toyed with the rim of his cock before she went back down, taking him in. Emma had her hand curled around the base of his shaft and she twisted it gently back and forth as her head bobbed up and down on him.Brent had only had oral sex once before. It was from Andrea, on their wedding night. Andrea wasn’t prudish or anything, but she wasn’t a fan of blow-jobs and made it clear. She didn’t put much enthusiasm into it, but.