Ekad be inch ghalya pachhi Ravi rokaaya ane bolya, “Kem chhe, Mala ? Dukhe chhe ?”Mala kahe, “Haji to tamari angalio che etale nathi dukhatu-n p...n lund ghalasho tyaare. ?” Lund petho eni ene khabar na hati. Joi Ravi ni technic ?Thodo lund paachho kenchi ne Ravi bolya, “Arre gandi, lund to kyaar no y pesi gayo chhe, be tran inch jetalo. Tane malam pan na padyo. Jara sankochan kari ne jo to, khabar pade chhe?”Mala e gaand sankochi, be tra vaar, ane boli, “Baap re, navai ni vaat. Me-n to jaanyu-n. They lived together in a large house on a hill above town, both childless and youngish widows, descendants of one of those first families as they regularly informed us.The older sister, Rebecca, was a stately and stylish woman in her mid-thirties who had already outlived two husbands and now owned scores of slaves and hundreds of acres, all being tenant farmed. I guess you would say she was "handsome" rather than beautiful, but she had a strong body and a lusty, brandy-whetted appetite. She. She squealed around my cock. Her hips bucked. Then her juices gushed out. She came, bathing my face in her virginal passion. I licked up her delight, loving the taste of her tangy cream. Her hips danced, her ass flexing beneath my kneading fingers.She sucked so hard on my cock as she did. She slurped on my cock. She bathed it with her tongue's warmth. Her passion gushed out of her like a flowing river while my balls swelled. The pressure rose to the tip of my cock.“Fuck!” I growled. “You're. After a while the old guy asked how big my cock was. I just started to stutter and tell him that was none of his business when he put his hand on my crotch. Now, that made my cock go into overdrive. Not only was I scared shitless but I had that weird butterfly feeling in my stomach.“Now that is a huge piece of meat you are hiding my lad” was his words that rasped out of his mouth.Having this old guy touching my cock all be it through my jeans got me all hot and bothered. I didn’t know what to.