A workbench with some tools on a pegboard was against the other wall, one corner held some sort of tub, another corner was occupied by a washer, dryer...and water heater. A set of wooden stairs led to the first floor of the house. Looking around Singleton saw some sort of footlocker sitting on the workbench. With one eye on the stairs he walked over and opened the lid.He had read about this sort of thing, but never did he imagine that he might actually see it. Serial killers have many of the same. For sometime, I really felt that I’m not in India. Because you don’t get to see so much of beauties around you everyday.After having admired a lot of them, I felt that its enough for today and lets keep the remaining admiration for the coming days. With this feeling I chose to retire myself to a nearby a less crowded shack and have my supper. Since, I was alone I too a corner table which was meant for 2-3 people and ordered some beers, and few sea-food on the menu. Meanwhile, sipping on my pint. Anjali, my darling sister I murmured ‘You’re so beautiful. I love you, let me fuck you’Take me then, Brother,’ Anjali ‘make me feel like a woman should.’ She cast a contemptuous glance at her husband. ‘Mahesh, I need a real man to love me to fuck my pussy. I want you to do it, my brother. Mahesh stood and watched as his wife allowed her brother lover to mount her. He heard his Anjali’s sigh as my fat cock filled her with its throbbing fire. I began pounding my sister with hard, long, vigorous. .. do you want me to fuck your hot ass?"She moans softly, " mmmmmmm, no..no..not yet...I have never been fucked there.... it will hurt....your cock is to long and thick.... it won't fit." I pull my finger out of her ass, and hear her draw in her breath sharply, moaning " oooooohhhhh!" at the sudden loss.I turn her around to face me, grabbing Morgan, picking her up carring her into the bedroom, laying her onto the bed. She spreads her legs open waiting to recieve me, I crawl between them, moving.