That was last month. Mom had told me to pursue my further studies in the city. I joined the UG program and went into boy’s hostel. But didi and Jeej... were very upset. They said “why does Damu go to hostel? We have a big house and he can stay with us”. But I wanted to be independent. After a long discussion, I agreed to stay with them. 3 months went by without any major event. One fine morning, as I was about to enter the washroom, I heard some strange moans from the next room. My curiosity got. Fuck meharder!"(Did I mention we love dirty talk? Because we do.)I do. I speed up. I don't know how she did it, how she grew this. ButI don't care anymore. The three weeks of separation. The blood rushingto my heads as she worked me up with her body. The countless times we'vefucked with reckless abandon. This is just another boundary we'recrossing. I've fooled around with a guy back in high school; it's justbeen years. I'm just not used to this. I can get used to this.For the first time. .? She didn't even let me finish my sentence before cutting me off. ?Go get them out of your bags and hand them to me!? I went over and unzipped the suitcase which I'd rested on top of one of the fold-up suitcase tables when I'd walked in. I removed them and handed them to her with a little shake of nervousness in noticeable on my arms. While I was pulling the clothes out, she noticed that the toys she'd ordered me to bring were also in there. ?Pull out a blindfold...the pink. At first I thought she had just pissed in my face as I was hit with a steady stream of warm liquid, but the salty taste was unmistakenly her cum. I wiped my forehead and continued to lick her salty load and cream from her wrinkled pussy. I had to have eaten a quart of her cum.After getting our breath back. I took her to her room. I laid on my back with my cock standing at full attention again. I helped Alberta squat onto my penis. Her wrinkled cunt was about to be fucked and fucked hard. I.