Didi sab pee gayi boli accha tha maza aa gaya. Ab pease chodo na. Maine aha theek hai aa tumko chood sakta hoon . Boor phool chuki thi aur tight ho ga...i thi maine kaha didi main tumko chod kar kali se phool bana doo. Tumhari kuwari boor ki dhaajiyaan uda doon. Tumhair phaad daloon. Tumhein apni biwi bana loon didi boli isme kya hai lo meri boor aur didi let gayi maine didi ki boor par thooka aur apna lund boor ke muhane par rakha didi ne aankhein baand kar li aur boli main t chudi aur meri. A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. They were not admittedly very big and if Samir was experienced he would have realised that they were measured 32c. However, Samir did not fail to notice that the breasts were firm and thrusting with erect proud nipples. In the soft morning light the skin was glistening. Perhaps even Rekha was not in control as she staggered forward towards Samir with a blank expression but soon regained her composure to physically draw in Samir's hands on to her breasts. Samir was starting to realise that her. "Echo, what triggered you and trouble? Were you always such a ... badgirl?''Echo shrugged. She picked a letter opener off my desk and began to playwith it. I wondered if she was thinking on who to stab. Me? There werescabs on her knuckles. There was a added white scar above her eye."You can look all of this up,'' she finally said. "I was a foster kid. Iwas in and out of homes from the time I was 11. No one wanted to keep mefor long when they found out I ... was girly. Not even for the.