Sara rus andar chala gaya,,wo bahut namkeen sa tha,,,ucnle ne thodi der mujhe aise hi rakha,,jab maine sab choose liya tab pucha kaisa tha maine kaha ...cha tha but ajeeb se taste tha,,uncle ne pucha maza aaya maine ha me sar hiyala,,,fir unhone mere lund ko hath me lekar zor zor se hilane lage jaldi hi mere pet me gud gud hone lagi aur lund se pani gir gaya,,main achanak thak gaya,,,uncle ne tu to itni jaldi gir gaya,,mera rus ek dum apni jaisa tha,,,fir uncle ne apne lund par mera ras lagaya. His arms were much stronger and his punishments were legendary. She bit her lip and a tear began to form in the corner of her eye.Standing nude in front of sister Meg caused her no shame at all but the prospect of baring her bottom to Father Benedict filled her with dread. She remembered her last confession. She had, as usual confessed to masturbating and "impure thoughts" but she had done the penance of fifty hail Mary's ...... What more could fate hold for. " I said, beginning to undress. Jim started to disrobe, as I went over to him, dropping to my knees before him, and began to play with his hardening cock. I liked stroking him while he still had his under pants on, enjoying the thickening tube push against the cloth. My mouth watered at the sight. I told you I was a slut. I traced my fingers along the elongating tube forming under the cloth of his under pants. It thickened and ran toward his left side, like a snake emerging from its hole.. He looked at me, I looked at him and next thing I knew he was kissing me. His lips strong and dominate. His kisses almost too intense, but at the same time they made me want more. It wasn’t too long before I was on my back with him on top of me. Things happened fast, almost too fast. However, I told myself to relax and enjoy it. And I’ll admit I was enjoying it. He was hard, his cock pressed against me. The only things keeping keeping us apart, the thin fabric of my yoga pants and thong, his.