Meri behan bahut challa rahi thi….. Aaaaaaa …… Aaaaa . Aahhaa nahi nikalo isse bahar plz.. Bahut dard ho raha hai… Par wo kaha manne wala tha�...� Usne mere behan ke boobs jor jor se dabana chalu kiya.. Aur meri behan kuch der bad ahhh ahh karne lagi …. Wo bola sali randi tuzee bhi maja aane laga hai… Usne jor ka jhatka mara aur 5 ich lund andar chala gaya…Meri behn o dard ho raha tha… Par kai jyada maja bhi aa raha tha….Har stroke ke sath wo lund ko aur andar takm daal raha tha…. Ab ekdam jordar. I was awestruck by her view. Now she pointed her finger at three locations, neck n waist and left boob.We went to her room close to the mirror. I slowly removed her sting in the waist and at the neck. Now I asked whether I have to help her with boob. She told no, she would remove it by herself and asked me to go out.I came out, after 5 mins she called me in and told not able to locate the stings, the boob was slightly swollen, and she is struggling to cover in her hands.She asked me help. She. Although she'd often seen buggery while in Throb, it had never been as obviously non-consensual as this. Nor was this first encounter the last of the wounded soldier's suffering, as each soldier took it in turns to fuck the enemy soldier, while taking turns in standing guard and holding him down. And then finally, after an agony of waiting and the horror of the violence, the soldiers finished, buttoned up their baggy khaki trousers and with a rapid burst of gunfire extinguished what little was. The next week he joked again about me going to the prom with him. I was riding him in the basement once again pondering his request. I moaned loudly, cumming hard on him.“Tyrell, I don’t think I can, sweetie. I’m old.”“You ain’t old. You look good. Real good,” he said, taking a breast to suck.“I don’t want you to get in trouble.”“No one will know. I’ll tell my parents I’m meeting my date there, then come get you. If they take our picture, don’t look directly at the camera and don’t make eye.