Meri mousi ki family me 4 log the mousi mousa ji, bhaiya nd sona di fir humne thodi der bat ki tab tak khane ka time ho gaya tha hum sabne khana khaya...aur sone jane lage toh mousi ne kaha pratik tu bhaiya ke paas wale room me so jana toh mene kaha ok mousi fir jaise hi sab apne apne kamre Me gaye uske thodi der baad didi mere room me aa gayi aur kehne lagi tu kitna bada ho gaya hai pratik toh mene kaha didi hamesha baccha toh nhi rahunga ye sunte hi didi hasne lagi unhone kaha tu bht achi baate. My shaft had grown soft and was barely inside of her dripping pussy when I felt it slip out while I remained as her cover. “I don’t think he will hurt us, ” I whispered to her knowing I had to climb off quickly and figure out what we should do. Lisa whispered to me that she thought the way he was staring at her; he had other things on his mind. Not sure how I felt about that I knew I had to get off of her soon. I lifted myself with my arms off her chest as I pushed backwards from between her. It was just kind of a chant, y'know? Partly like a groaning noise, but with what kinda sounded like words, too -- all mixed up in there.Well, I wasn't supposed to be hearing any of this at all, much less making out what she was saying. It was just a special language, I think. I imagined she was saying, "Man, this is some first-class fucking, here!" But she didn't say anything, of course, that really sounded anything like that.Dave had told me, while we were still down in Winston-Salem, that. It started hurting as soon as he started penetration. I was tight, not opening up and he was having trouble getting his cock in. I could tell he was pissed, he slapped my ass very hard, held me tight and forced his cock in. I cried out, he didn't give a shit, he just fucked me harder, telling me not to fight it.When I started to cry he just laughed and called me a whiny faggot. I was sobbing when he finished. He held me and kissed me. He played with my cock and got me hard. He put my hand down.