Me: sweta randi…muje khol de..Tuje chodna chahta hu abhi..Sweta: janu..Aaj meri bari hai…tere lund ko tadpa tadpa ke pyasa rakh ne wali hu..Sweta ...b fridge me se ice le ke aayee..Aur mere nange badan pe ice cubes dal diye…mere lips..Face…chest…jhang pe ice cube se rub kiya..Mere lund ke supare ko bhi ice cube se rub kiya….Oh my god…kya maja tha!!!Ab sweta mere upar beth gayee..Aur muje 3-4 thappad mar ke..Kyu…kutte…maja aa raha hai ??Me: sali mere hath pair khol..Baad me bata ta hu..Maja kis ko. I never had much of a will to fight, but if I had anything it would have been crushed at this age. If they’d told me to jump, I’d jump, and then ask if they wanted me to jump higher, that’s how I was. My sister for her part, who was 11 then didn’t see me as her brother anymore (sister in this case), just the household maid. However, as the ultimate form of humiliation, she would call me brother; nothing stings to the core then being called brother when you’re kneeling in a French maid’s. So maybe that event triggered some type of dialog between them. Anyow, about two days after that event she came to me after school and was showing me a new thing she had made out of wax. I think it was a candle that had been redipped several times but now it was about the size of my dads' dick. She again got real close to my ear and asked me if I would like to feel it. I was pretty excited at the size of it and her urgency about trying it. I said I would love to and off to the bedroom. “After each fuckI expect you to clean my cock.”She was moaning and I could see her pussy was soakingin the ground below and knew she needed some relief. Ifinally told her she was to get in the wagon on herback and masturbate till she came once and once onlywith a stern warning. Afterwards, she was to come inand join us in the bathroom.It was quite funny to watch as she tried to get in thewagon barely getting her large ass in before she wasstroking her clit.“Take your.