My husband started to undress. Now was when he normally reclaimed my pussy, but I saw the lust in his eyes wasn't for me."You've just watched your sis...er get fucked. Are you ready to be fucked?" It wasn't really a question. Not that she would have said no. I know watching someone get fucked by five guys for over an hour had to have some effect on her. She just saw their as he peeled his clothes off.She started to say no. She wanted to. She was a "good" girl, engaged to a "good" guy, but then. He wasn't angry. Of course he wasn't. Our love was so strong. Strong enough even to weather this—I hoped. He was being so patient with me. I knew that I was in too deep to stop now so I began the story I had kept to myself for too many years.In the fall of 1982, when I returned to school, my roommate had transferred to another school so I got a new one. She was my age, pretty and pleasant, and we quickly became good friends. She told me about her new boyfriend and I hung on every word. I didn't. Muje pata nahi tha ki nind me hi mera left hand unke jangh pe tha aur train ke hilne se meri hatheli se unki komal janghein ragad kha rahi thi. Nind me hi maine apna right hand unke gale me daal diya, aur usne meri hatheli pe apna sir rakh diya kyoki window se sayad use takleef ho rahi thi. Thodi der baad. Meri nind adhi khuli main apni position dekh kar chaunk gaya. Per main waise hi pada raha kyoki kuch karne se wo jag sakti thi.per mujhe laga sayad use bhi achha lag raha hai. Phir main sidha. “undo your top” again she doesn’t question but starts to undo button by button, when her shirt is undone I lean in and scoop one out and tease her nipple before encircling it with my mouth suck and gently, biting on it, feeling the nipple stiffen swiftly, she loves her nipples played with, a task I’m more than happy to perform, I grasp them both firmly and bite them putting pressure on her nipple and slowly increasing it “ooohhh fuck!!!!” she moans, enjoying the intense feeling, “take your bra.