When i am studying btech 1st year i use go to my friend’s house regularly to play cricket , video games and to chitchat about girls. My best friend ...as a younger sister who is studying 12th class then. She used call me bhayya as i am her bother’s friend. Initially i don’t have any bad intentions towards her. One day when i went to his house my friend was not there at that time. And her parents both were working at some Govt office. At that time she is alone in the house when i rang door bell.. Just let nature take over and let this second head of yours do all the thinking,” he instructed, slathering it with more of my precum. His words put me at ease, and I just held onto him, resting my cheek on his shoulder, concentrating on the exquisite feelings he was coaxing from my straining cock.“Man, that feels sooo good,” I whispered from in a deep fog of bourbon and sexual arousal.“Good ... good,” he purred, washboarding my sensitive cleft even more quickly with his thumb, sending my nerve. Crystal: Your husband is a funny guy. I bet he is adventurous too. Do you want to give your husband a private dance, and watch?Farida: NopeMe: On the contrary, I want my wife to get a private dance, and watch. I would like if you taught her a few tricks.Crystal: Oh my. Sure. 100 dollars for a private dance. But if you want to watch you have to pay 50 more.We shook on it, and she took us to another corner. There was separate floor space here. It was empty. Apparently, nobody, that night was. Her eyes were large and dark brown, with long lashes; often passersby paused and stared and commented to their companions about what a gorgeous woman she’d be someday. Her bones were fine and long, preparing her body for height and delicacy. Being ten, her legs were a lot longer than her torso, so she walked a little awkwardly, and many middle-aged men couldn’t help but stare. Her breasts were just puffy buds, and she didn’t even wear a training bra yet, although her mother had suggested.