Wo bola tune meri sart manne ko kha tha .ab meri sart sun ki me tujse kya chahata hun .wo bola main teri gaand marna chahata hun . Apna lund tere mooh...me dena chahata hun.itna sun kr meri halat kharab ho gyi. Me wha se bhagna chahata tha etne me usne mujhe pakd liya or mere lund ko sahlane laga bola aaram se maan ja wrna mujhe zabrdasti krni padegi. Main tujhe chhode wala to nahi hun.maine apni puri jaan lga kr use dakha diya .wo pichhe ja gira me uthke darwaje ki tarf bhaga. Magr drwaja band. Ok, more like avoid the question complete still feeling a little uneasy about the whole spilling my guts to the girl I use to love.“Hey could we get another round over here” someone from the party had called and I was saved or so I had thought.The drink order kept coming in and I could hardly keep up, by the time it was closing hour I couldn’t have been happier. I could finial breathe and take a break. I hadn’t seen Alex for the rest of the night since the conversation earlier.Thinking to. “Before when we were fucking, Jerry was horny and happy, he’s the one that you were talking to.”“We’re not shy, you’re just doing all the talking. If I had a rubber I’d show you who was shy, you said I couldn’t have any pussy cause we didn’t bring any.”Meri reached into her shorts pocket and pulled out four rubbers and handed them to the two girls.“I reckon it’s put up or shut up now,” Sandi said.“I don’t think I can fuck my brother with an audience ... I’m too chicken.” Cindy said.“I’m not. I slid the pads of my index and middle fingers between her swollen and slick pussy lips. Her flesh surrendered so easily to my touch. I slathered her juice across my fingertips and smeared it over her mouth. I kissed Cyra hard as I pressed my throbbing cock into her belly. I slid my other hand up the back of her neck, grabbed a fistful of her hair and slowly pulled her head away from me, breaking our kiss.“You smell and taste of pure sex, Cyra. Offer me what you hide from everyone else,” I.