So after that, we both walked out of Eli’s bedroom and hit the lights. It was now after 10 pm, and we were both sore. “Doug,” she said, “Why...don’t you go into my bedroom and I’ll be in there in a couple of minutes.”“What do you need to do?” I asked her. She then replied, “I gotta lock up and take the clothes out of the dryer. Do you want some wine or a beer?”“Sure,” I answered without skipping a beat, “I’ll have a beer. Thank you sweetheart.”“You’re welcome dear,” Darla said. So I went. ....fuck me baby i stand up and tease your asshole with the head i quiver with excitement waiting for your big cock to push in i slide inch after inch inside you feeling you squeeze me ohhhhhh fuck yeah baby....teach this slut a lesson i spank you ass, ramming my cock deeper ahhhh ahhhhhh yeah baby ohhhhh shit fuck my tight hole....i turn around to look up at you as you fuck me i grab your hips and pound you harder you like that you little slut? you like having your ass filled with cock? yeah. It was a secret that I never shared with anyone but whenever I hard someone saying words like Madarchod, maa ki choot etc. it reminded me of my mom. Four years later, dad got transferred to another town. I had my pubic hair growing and had a few night falls. My elder sister was blooming from a bud. She was 16 then. I don’t know but I developed this bad habit of peeping over my mom and sister. Whenever I thought about sex I was reminded of what I had seen 3 years ago. So I grew up watching at my. I had no oars and dared not use the sails for fear the Moorish vessels in sight would discover me. I drifted towards a large building which was the only one to be seen; it rose from the rocks near the water's edge. The approach to the place on which it stood seemed to be from the land side, and all the windows which I could see were high above the ground. The keel of my boat soon grated on the sand and I hastened to pull it among the rocks for concealment, for it was quite possible I might be.