I had told Carol I was falling in love with her but she had brushed it aside by again saying 'too soon.' I didn't even fuck her or, more importantly,...make love to her. I made myself a martini and sat and contemplated the whole Carol thing. She was the smartest, most beautiful and sexiest woman I had ever met. Although it was clear she loved having sex with multiple men. What did that say about me?I went to her apartment to pick her up for work the next morning. She greeted me cheerily. . Gopal uncle also followed her to bath room. I sat before kullayappa uncle and helping his needs on table. He asked me to get cigarettes from out side but cigarettes are available I my house since dad used to smoke. I brought it and kept on table. He said to me come near and don’t feel shy and get one cigarette. I got one and asked him to take. He opened his mouth to keep it. he catch my hand and said today night your mum will enjoy with us. she feels heaven with me. You can meet tomorrow. The slave’s past experience had always been that if it spotted a woman who looked “butch” that there was always or at least most of the time a good chance that they might be gay or bisexual at least but it didn’t want a woman like that. If nothing else it did know that much about what it was looking for. It wanted to find a woman who looked feminine, sexy and who had a talented tongue. If it was going to let another woman go down on its pussy then it wanted one who knew what the hell she. My pre-emission juice formed a droplet at the mouth of my Cock. After a few minutes, my sister woke up and as if she had woken up from a deep slumber, gaped at my stout Cock, wetting her lips she jumped up and embraced me holding my Cock with one hand.‘Brother, it was just wonderful, after seeing your lovely erection I am getting excited, come on boy … Your Cock must be itching … Come , let us have a fuck.”I kissed her squarely on her mouth, caressing her springy buttocks and molding her spongy.