I couldn’t visit when he was home and he was always trying set Sherbanu up with ‘good, decent boys’. I didn’t think Sherbanu would exactly be ...oo pleased either if I started coming on to her mother. I decided to wait until the time was ‘right’.One day, I was round at the house and both Sherbanu and her mother were in the garden. I crept up to Rani’s bedroom and had a quick rummage in her drawers. Sure enough, this foxy bitch had a plentiful supply of lace underwear and skimpy cock-tease. And don’t forget my thumb.”“You mean you’re….”“Yeah. I’m fisting you. How does it feel?”It felt fabulous, to be completely honest. I felt filled up, but it was different than the thick-cock-filling-me feeling. And it was lovely, because the movements made by his fist inside me were so different from a cock. So sensual, yet so raw and so powerful.I could liken the smooth, fullness of the moments to how it felt immediately after my anal passage relaxes and allows a cock full access.It was. His eyebrows furrow and then he slowly moves back mumbling “bitch,” as he leaves my side.Asshole, I think. I turn back to my drink and have another sip. Something catches my eyes and I zoom in.She is wearing a white short skirt and a halter top. Her blonde hair moves gently as she laughs at a joke her friend has told. Her bright blue eyes sparkle from a little too much drink and when a strand of hair falls over her face she swipes it away in a sensual gesture. I keep watching her for a while. I grab them in my hands and roughly caress them. You moan again as your brown nipples harden underneath my touch. I take your breast in my mouth and flick your now hardened nipples with my tongue. I feel your hand on the back of my head forcing your breast further into my mouth. When I come up for air I lift up your skirt to your waist and admire your treasure. A thin strip of hair guides my eyes to my goal. I stoop down and bury my head between your legs. Your legs open wider. I don't know if.