I followed him in my car to his place. We entered through the basement door and I followed him to the second floor. I took my coat off and made my sel... at home. Hech I was here so many times before it felt like home. It wasn't long before we were kissing on the couch. I wanted to move right to some foreplay and started to unzip his pants. He kept pushing my hands away but not forcefully. I was able to get his cock out and I when down on him. OMG I thought, how I miss sucking cock. I told him it. Meri do saal pahle hui thi. Uske habbi mere hubby ke cousin hai n bahut smart.Meri chhoti sis manjeet bhi dost jaisi thi.Mere pati n bahnoi dono fast frd hai aur jab milate hai drinks lete hai mujhe aur manjit ko bhi kara dete hain jisase sharm khul jaati hai.Jiju mujh par aur ye manjit par crush rakhte hain drinks lene par khule aam kahate bhi hen.Jiju inse kahate hain bhai me to pammi par marta hun kabhi hamen bhi is rabdi ko chakhane do to ye kahate hain ki thik hai tum pammi ko hafte bhar. I wore yellow cotton panties and bra,and pantyhose. By this time, tucking my package had become secondnature so I needed no reminder. White low heeled sandals completed myoutfit. I did my own makeup and Mom complimented me on the job. Despitemy embarrassment I felt a sense of pride at having accomplished that.Once again, however, I had to interrupt my dressing to take care ofmyself. I found dressing like a girl to be both embarrassing andexciting and wondered why it excited me so much.We. ..get...it down," I said breathlessly."Oh you're going to get it down bitch," he said as he pulled me up by the shoulders, laid me on the couch so my head was not quite hanging over the arm then stood over my face. "Now, open that fucking mouth," he ordered me.He pushed his fat black hog down into my mouth and began rhythmically pumping it into me. I relaxed and let him push and push but kept feeling resistance as I gagged, I squirmed and moved on the couch.While still pumping into my mouth he.