Main hostel main rehta tha aur wo delhi main ek room rent pe leke rehti thi. Isi wajah se hum kafi time se mil nayi paye the.Ek din usne mujhe fon kiy... ki bhai teri bhut yaad arahi hai aja na mere ghar pe.(Hey friends mere aur meri bhen k rishte k baare m galat mat sochna humara rishta bilkul clean hai,hum ek dusre ko sage bhai bhen se b jyada pyar karte hai.) To uske fon pe maine kha ki meri pyari bhen tu yaad kare aur main na aau aisa ho sakta hai kya…main usi time bus pakad ke kurukshetra se. He had a very large cock, about an inch bigger than mine and thicker. He was fucking her doggy style with no protection. He pulled out and you could see a lot of cum dripping from her pussy. She told me that was earlier in the day, and that she had made sure he fucked her right before she came over to see me so she would have some fresh cum inside her for her "trick". I was rock hard at this point and couldn't contain myself anymore. I went back over and started to fuck her again, this time. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't push it back! As long as this fucking train is running, you're mine, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with your pussy. Now, relax your asshole and let me enter you." I-I'm sorry, sir."I tried again, and this time he let it go, allowing me to penetrate his ass properly. He moaned and turned his head to look at me. Oh, I knew this look. He saw my eyes full of lust. I knew I had the face of a sexual b**st in these moments. The glow in his own eyes and his. Tom took my wife by her rounded hips. Dee spread her legs and reached between her thighs. Gradually, she backed towards my friend. She reached between her legs and guided the meaty shaft towards her cunt. I watched the head of his dick slip between her pouting pussy lips. Dee let out a small whimper of pleasure. Tom pulled her back a little more and another couple of inches of his cock sunk it. Finally, he was embedded in my wife’s slippery cunt. All that was outside was his ball sack. Tom.