Wo land ko apne gale tak le jati thi. aur phir bhar nikal deti.Mere mote land se meri behan ka pura munh bhar gaya tha.Ab maine mera land behan ke mun... se nikalar uski chut par laga diya aur munh se uske bobe chusne laga bhean aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh ki siskiya nikal rahi thi.main apne muhu main uske bobe ki chuhinya le rakha tha aur jor jor se chus raha tha aur vo jor jor se aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh kar rahi thi.Ab maine apna land dhire se apni behan ki kawanri chut. How was I going to last for another 363 more. I decided then and there that if I spent every day feeling sorry for myself, I would either go crazy, or commit suicide before the year was up. So I determined that I would accept my fate and move on. I brushed my teeth to get the awful taste from my mouth, and then I showered, and shampooed my hair. I saw that stubble was appearing on my legs, so I shaved them and my armpits. Feeling much better, I dressed, putting on the pair of comfortable. “What’s wrong with that? We hardly go anywhere these days without each other,” Brian said with a chuckle. “But I only have one. You got four, you lucky duck.”Brian and I went upstairs talking about dancing, Scouting, girls, and a lot of other stuff. It was really great to see him again and catch up a little.“So, how many different dance routines do you guys have these days? Thirty? Forty?” he asked.“Brian, you won’t believe it, but we have twenty plus routines not counting anything from Michael. I begged him for at least a minute before he complied. Taking his thumb and index finger, he opened me up, took his tongue and worked magic. He worked me with his tongue, my hips pushing his tongue deeper inside of my flower, unintelligible groans and moans emanating from me, him never letting me get over the hump.One minute later.Five minutes later.Fifteen minutes later.I couldn’t take it anymore and I think he knew it. He looked up at me, taking a second to smile a devilish grin at me and.