A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into ...he clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister and Mother arrived home, I was fully made up, perfumed, all my nails painted and with supper ready. If. . Oh fuck! Ohhh!... Uhhh!... Uhhh!..." Several streams of my fresh warm sperm shot out from my cumming cock as it spilled onto the floor beneath us and my anal muscles clamped down upon his now spent cock. I moved forward slightly causing his spent cock to slip out of my cum filled bum hole and more of my semen spilled from my cock. Kevin's semen had somehow trickled down from my gaping bum hole, coating my inner thigh with his fresh warm semen as well. I sighed as I took a moment to catch my. Pande-ji asked me to sit on a 'khatiya' on the courtyard of that small hut. The cool shade was a welcome site for me with the small hut and a tree and two cows tied there. I sat on it and immediately realized that the hard coiled ropes of the khatiya were actually stinging on my soft ass cheeks. I was pretty uncomfortable and was trying to stretch my panty within my sari to cover my ass, but found that very hard to do in that position and could only shift my body weight from one ass cheek to. He moved to California to study and then immediately got lucky again, scoring a great job on a national law firm. My mom was one of his secretaries, who had to be barely 18 at the time. I don’t know much about her, only that I have her blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a hard worker and family man, always making sure I had everything I needed growing up.My stepsister was Amber, a hotheaded eighteen year old. She wasn’t related to me and never pretended to be. Even though we basically grew up.