Jo mujhe nhi jante please is story k dusre party padh lijiye . Ab ageSchool me pura din aslam or kale ke khyalo me hi khoi rahi . Chuti hote hi van ki...tarf bhag li . Van ke paas phunchi to dekha sabhi bache aa chuke hai or kala sabko van me betha raha hai . M bhi kale ke paas jakar khadi ho gai to kala mujhe dekh muskuraya or meri tarf aankh mar di . Mujhe hasi k sath sath sharm bhi aa gai or muskurate hue niche muh kar liya .Sabko bithane ke baad kale ne mujhe bhi bethene ka ishara kiya . M. My sister was visibly upset by this but I think we both knew we had to break it off.Not long after I moved in with my friend, my sister moved to the West Coast with a friend of hers. It was sinking in, Our lives had changed.A few weeks into our new living arrangements, my sister and I would get on these phone calls and catch up on each other's lives. It was purely brother/sister stuff and nothing out of the ordinary. She was clearly loving Cali and I was telling her about work and my life. Once. “Yes, Mistress, I sucked on the big dick” Christy said weakly. She appeared to be putty in my wife’s hand. Meanwhile, my hard on was becoming uncomfortable.“And then you let that big dick fuck you, right?” my wife continued.“Yes, Mistress, I let that big dick fuck me.”“Did you like it?” my wife asked.Christy hesitated, but then it seemed that she figured the truth was best. “Yes, Mistress, I liked it.”“I could see that by your pussy juices running down your leg.” My wife said. “I think it’s. Dad had Zack fill me up with 2 liters of warm salt water, double what I would usually take. By time it was all in I just wanted to squirt it all back out again but the inflated detachable nozzle was still in my ass and plugged me good.On the bed dad stroked my bulging tummy and my sore breasts as Zack made what felt like the finishing touches to my sex. As he wiped me clean with a wet hand towel I feebly begged through the ball in my mouth to be allowed to relieve myself. Dad checked Zack's.