Windowpane mei halka sa dikha woh apna lund daba rha hai mere matakte chutad dekh ke .. Aaj toh iska lund le hi lungi..Pani laati hu table pe trey rak...te hue jhukti hu pallu jaanbhuj k gira diya air zameen pe phn bhi thodi der tk jhukti hu taakr mera ballu raja mere chuche acche se dekh le, 80% chuche dikh rhe hai uske lund mei ubar aa gya hai. Woh ghur rha hai mere dudh phone uthate hue mai: dekhoge ya piyoge bhiBallu; hadbahat se kya bhabhi?Mai; paani aur kyaBallu; smile dete hue lund pe hath. I hope you don’t mind. We can all be buried together that way...” She lapsed into silence and we rode along comfortably, until she turned into their drive. Tara parked the car in the detached garage. The door had been left open for her return.As alien as I was to this body and life, I knew where I was and how to move about inside the family home. Tara’s sisters, Michael’s aunts followed me down the basement stairs to his room, where I sat down on the bed to think about what was first and what. “I wanted to warn you. My daughter was still on cloud nine when she tweeted out how good her first time had been. She has three girlfriends that live close that I fully expect to be coming to see the boy that got little miss holy moly to give it up. They will try their best to make you think they are virgins too. They haven’t been since they managed to get a boy to scratch their itch. I regularly find them being the meat and two boys the bread when they sleep over. Unless they are way dumber. I twist the strawberry in and out of you slowly before leaving it almost completely inside you. The warm chocolate quickly drips on your tits and down your stomach to the very crest of your pubic bone. I lick it all off while you writhe and wriggle. I pull the strawberry out and eat it, covered in your juices; you pull me towards me kissing me hard with lust and anxiety. You spin me on my back and climb on top of me. The curiously strong smell of strawberries is ripe within your nostrils. You.