.. DDEEAARRR... OOOOOHHHHHH... UUUUUFFFFFF... AAAAAHHHHH... AAAAHHHHHH... UUUUIIIIII... AAAHHHHH... UUUUMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHH... OOOOOOOHHHHHH..." I aske... her "Madam, how is it, Baby? How do you feel? Speak up Madam, please." Saima sighed and whispered "Dear, it is very fine. I like it. You are quite expert in fucking. I feel elated to get fucked by you dear... OOOHHHH dear you are really an expert fucker AAAHHHHHH... UUUUUUHHHHHHHHH... OOOOOFFFFFFFF... Go on fucking me like that... oh! Yesss.... To break the ice, he called out my name, “Jene..”I didn’t say anything and just stood there face down. Hearing nothing from my side, he moved a bit closer to me and sat in front of me. Then he held my leg where the skirt ended with his two hands on two legs and looked into my eyes.I at once closed my eyes, extending my hands to hold the book rack in front of me. Seeing my action, he started to move and rub his hand on my leg slowly, even feeling the tiny hairs on my legs.Even though he was. (It’s going to end)She: (Laughing sexily) Ayyo papam. (Poor bro!)She came near and held my tool with her hand. Felt electric shock. She bent down moving her hand around my disk slowly. The orgasm was building again in my balls. She cupped her breasts around my tool and gave me boob job. She was looking me sexily which boosted my orgasm. She was giving boob job nicely and we suddenly heard the door knock. She looked worried. I was in no position to stop and told her to continue. She increased. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Kalley screamed and I was delighted at what a little whore my sister had turned into while I was away at war. My family and Dillion had sent me pictues of Kalley while I was deployed. The pictures Dillion sent were of Kalley wearing little or no clothing and I had told the guys in my platoon that she was my girlfriend and beat off to them nerly everyday. I grabbed the head board so I could pound her harder and her screams got louder and there was animal like noises.