"Then the Mighty Oak Tree formed a soft cradle to bed the bundle whilethe farmer tended the fields.As the boy grew up, he began to tend the Mighty Oak...and spent many anhour playing within its lofty branches. Mighty Oak was his Pirate Shipwhen he was a seafaring captain and his castle when he was a mightyKing. When he invited his friends over to play, Mighty Oak was happyindeed for the tree loved children.[-][+][-]Then one day the boy came to the Mighty Oak and said," Oh Friend Tree, Ilove you. (uff kya raat thee woh bhee, pahlee baar chachi ko chodte chodte baar baar kisi aur , Renu, ka khayal mere dimag mein aata, aur chala jaata.) Meine lund aur zor se chachi ki gaand mein pela jo gaand chachi josh mein akar baar baar mere janghon se thapede khila rahee thee. Mein peechhe se unkee choonchee aur choot ko bhee santusth kar raha tha. Woh bhee rah rah kar apnee choot unglee se sahlatee thee. Uttejit hokar meine unke kandhon ko kaat diya zor se aur lund poora pel diya. ‘Aaaaaaahhhhhh. I planted my feet either side of his lean hips and placed my forearms on his wide, furry chest, leaning my breasts down for the nipples to brush him with every stroke, a look of studied concentration upon my face. A strangled sound rose from his throat, while my own voice cried out a victorious shout. I could feel the pulsing heat of him erupting inside me, along with my own. I continued to ride him until we both could not take it anymore. The friction of the strokes feels like electrical. I started to notice than whenever my mu went to the shops which was daily my brother would go to his room and shut the door and wondered what he was doing in there. One day he didn't shut it tightly and I peeked in through the crack and saw him lying on his bed rubbing his cock. I was amazed at how big it was and even more surprised when he spurt after spurt of white fluid shot out the top. The look on his face told me he enjoyed it too. The next day as soon as mum went out he dashed up to his.