To anuj ne bola ki , tu meri maal ke saath hona chata hai ? Maine bola ki woh tumara maal nahi hai , tu ne uss ko propose nahi kiya hai . Anuj ne ghus...ay main bola ki , dekh bhai , mere se panga lega to thik nahi hoga . Uss ne mujko uss din , after school around 5 pm ko school bathroom me aaja , phir waha 1 on 1 fight karenge . Jo jita shristi uski . To maine bhi ha kehe diya . Main thik 5 pm ko , saray teachers aur staff ghar janeke baat bathroom mein gaya . To anuj wahi parr mera intajaar. “Fuck me, Rohan…fuck my horny pussy.”“Sure sis.” I slid my rigid cock deep into her pussy; in a moment, it was buried up to hilt. My coarse thatch meshed with her wet curly bush. For a moment, I lay idle over her breast, enjoying the feel a soft and warm fleshy fold clasping my enraged dick. It was a fantastic feeling, and the fact that it was my own sister’s pussy holding my cock made the feeling even more rapturous. I slowly began fucking her. I slid my cock out of her until just the head was. I can guide her complete freedom. I arranged a separate bed for Ayesha after 3 years of age and she got her own room when she turned 10 years old when we felt that she can sleep alone. We gave her personal room as she was growing fast and so her own room was quite necessary. I remember I remember Virginia Woolf’s feminist book “a room of one’s own” where she talked about the feminist perspective that women should have the freedom to express themselves. If I take it in a sexual perspective, I. ‘You don’t care, do you?’ Jean said ‘What?’ ‘You just walk around totally naked and don’t care.’ She was smiling as she said it. She had taken her dress off and had another towel around her. ‘Move, I need a shower.’ She shoved me gently in the chest, we had a quick kiss as she went in to shower. When Jean came out the bathroom, I was lying on the bed; the TV was on, and I had the news on. I had opened a bottle of wine and poured out a glass for her, and I was drinking a beer. ‘Well?’ I looked.