Uake hoto ko khane laga. Thodi der baad wo bhi sath dene lagi. Maine ruk bola kab se chahiye the ye sab…..Jab se tumhe dekha haiTo bola kyu nahi kab...i…….Mujhe laga tum sharif ho apni gf ko dhoka nahi dogeAchcha to main sharif nahi hu ye bol kr maine uake right boob ko zor se dabaya uski chikh nikle uske pehle hi maine uake hoto pr hoth rakh diye or fir uako khane laga. Or apna 1 hath uske pyjame main dal kr uaki chut ko sahlane laga .Meri 1 ungki uski chut k ansr dal kr andr bahr kaenw laga.. That was not a healthy way to conduct life, even though it was natural, to a certain extent.It wasn't natural in another way. This was a large Calak and therefore they developed a lot of shit. No doubt that was a vote in favor of having smaller Calaks. With fewer members they would create less of a mess where they made their camps. They would also be less of a strain on their local environment. Building shitters wouldn't cure the pressure on the local wildlife, but it would make things more. I realized she had lust in her eyes. It went on for a full day, I realized that Atiya was seducing me.That night was a hard night for me to bear, I could not sleep and thinking of Atiya all the time. I also did not want to masturbate as I thought if Atiya would let me why not just fuck her and get satisfied. I decided I will talk with her tomorrow. How will I talk I didn’t know.The next day, my sister came out of her room wearing the same clothes as the last day, with her boobs perfectly. She asked me that who was my fantasy when I said that I would speak up truth. I told her that she and my sister was my fantasy. Then as a dare she asked me to play strip poker with her. She immediately took bottle and came back with cards and ordered me to play strip poker with her. She was badly drunk.I was reluctant a bit but she was serious and we began.I smiled in my mind that I was a great poker player and today was my day. We began our session with me winning first. She removed her socks.