My hands on my sister’s boobs must have aroused her for she was not resisting my hands anymore.I pulled her in my bed and was hugging her and kissin... her.”Bhaiya, pleaseeeee, stop this I am your sister, not wife, we must not do this is sin the most horrible sin, Bhaiya, but I had turned into a devil. I was looking at my real sister as a sex object. My cock would not sit before I had emptied my balls full of seed into her cunt. I was pulling Anita’s kurti over her head revealing her huge. And found a note saying that GEK had moved everything to their frat house across campus.When I got there, I was met by a welcoming committee, who presented me with my frat pin, my keys, and my new room. In the coed section. I was too tired to complain. Even when the guys patted me on the bottom.Sunday was terrible. I had to use the ladies showers, and they almost laughed themselves sick over my glued-on breasts and hairless body. At least they helped me with my hair. At work I was stuck in the. Kacy admitted she also did 6 guys and swallowed 2 loads. She said the last guy came inside her which made her nervous. Turns out she was fine but I learned a lot about my new friend that night. I learned that she also has a sex addiction and loves to be fucked hard. She said NONE of the guys fucked her hard enough but she still loved being used like that. What are the chances that we had the same kinks??Ever since that night, her and I have had sex in front of each other numerous times and have. We ended up with a line saying, ‘Dress Code: dress shirt (with tails), underwear (men – boxers or boxer briefs, women – boxers or slip), socks, and shoes.’ For humor, we added, ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service! Sunglasses optional.’ And we advertised a ‘coat check’ for trousers and skirts. That was another big debate — particularly the liability for what people might leave in their pockets. We finally decided to suggest that people wear a fanny pack or a passport pouch for their wallets and.