Dono hi ek doosre par apna sharir arpit karne ki daur mein lagay thhay.Samay gatiwan hai,raat aagay badh rahi thhi. Poori tarha sannata thha.Behan ki ...and marne ka wo sunehri kshan nazdik aa raha thha.Meinay behan se poochha,”Kya mein tumhari Gand marne ka shriganesh kaoon Savita?” “Bhayya is mein ab poochhnay wali kya baat hai, meine koi aap ko manha thhoray hi kiya hai,der tau aap hi kar rahay hain.” “Oh darling Savita,meri pyari behn,tum such much bohut great ho,lo mein ab is shubh ghari. I put my pistol away, locked the glove box, and lightly placed my hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. You're safe now. You're going to be fine. Are you hurt?"She shook her head no.We sat in the store's lot for maybe five minutes until her sobs began to subside. I asked her. "What was that all about? Would you like to call the police?"She again shook her head no."Would you like to get something to eat or drink?"No. I ... I don't have ... I don't think so." I'll buy." I interrupted.A slight smile. She pushed hard but even after repeated attempts, her sphincter proved to be a tough barrier to cross. She went back to start playing with her swollen clitoris again and felt her total body relax. She took the quick chance to press the dildo against her disobedient asshole and it slowly edged in. Being ass filled with a dildo was the strangest feeling ever without George’s warm body being over her. She had nothing to hang on to but her only two hands; one handling the dildo and the other. He felt its weight tugging as it bobbed and swayed like a monster, blunt-tipped lance. He didn't take his eyes off his sister's glorious nude figure, all sleek naked skin and exciting dark hair, lush warm curves and shadowed hollows. He could even see the bumpy texture of her excited areolae and the tiny dimples right on the peaks of her nipples. Her skin was pebbled with goose bumps.Balancing awkwardly on one leg, Mike lifted the other and freed the foot from his under pants. Then, with no.