I turned around in 69 position. She understood and sucked my cock while I was eating her pussy. After some time we stopped. We had a nice fucking sess...on again. We tried doggy style again. She reached orgasm sooner than expected. I took some vaginal juices and applied over her asshole. Inserted in her asshole without much difficulty – she was experienced :). After 5 minutes I exploded in her asshole. Perhaps she had one more orgasm.She prepared some tea. After having few sips I had to rush to. Stopping in the soft area low between your hips I push, using my body weight to apply the pressure that I know will be felt in your full bladder. Rocking back and forth I watch as your thigh muscles clench, trying to resist the urge to relieve yourself.‘Don’t do it slut, don’t you spill one drop. Don’t you fucking dare!’ With each word I increase the pressure knowing you will be hurting in an unusual internal but exquisite manner.You’re panting, your body rising and falling in short rapid. It happened between my friend and his mom. I am telling this story from my friend’s perspective. I know it is very rare for such thing to happen in India but believe me it happened between these families.So please, let your fantasies and role playing is away for some time as what you are going to read is a true account of incest which blossomed in a traditional and conservative Indian family.My name is anupam pandey. My parents used to call me manu at home. My father is a senior ias officer. My husband and I went out to a new restaurant one Saturday night, we had not been there before but had heard that it was very good. I wore my favourite blue blouse with a camisole under and felt that I looked good. We were seated in the middle of the place and after having enjoyed some lovely food and wine I excused myself to go to the ladies, my husband said "While you are there lose the camisole". My blouse is very see-thru but I had worn it without a bra several times before in public and.