I was sure my brother had a long and thick cock than my husband. Every day in the bathroom, I masturbate thinking about my brother’s cock. I felt th...t if I didn’t get my brother’s cock, I will die.My mind was completely dominated by my brother’s cock. I was constantly thinking about the ways and means of getting my brother’s monster in my pussy.Nearly six months passed and there was not a single day where I had not thought about my brother’s cock. After a year, I went to my parents’ house for a. " Oh, I believe I do. You don't mind, do you?" Only if you stop." he said as he put down his foot to stand in front of me, causing his shaft to bounce slowly as it began to point towards the ceiling.The skin was paper thin, crossed with thin veins. The balls seemed to pull and stretch, weighing the sack down. The skin was incredibly soft; as soft as my own inner lips, and seemed to be able to pull and stretch into any shape. I lifted his balls in my hand. They seemed heavy, pendulous things,. She took my hand and pressed it directly on her pussy, over her saree. I was scared but she didn’t let my hand go and started rubbing it over her saree covered pussy. I somehow got courage and started rubbing her pussy. She left my hand, smiling flirtatiously. I kept on rubbing her pussy for some time and then I withdrew my hand because some one came and stood behind our seats, that means he could have easily seen us. Then the rest of the day passed and the next day began. I woke up late that. "This feels so funny," Tiffany said as they drove back. "This is the time we'd usually be going out for a drink and the guy would be trying to get into my pants." Would it make you feel more comfortable if I tried?" Laura teased her."Not while I'm driving," Tiffany said with a straight face. "Sex gets me all hot and bothered. I might crash." You could come back to my place for a drink, if you like," Laura suggested. "The view is really incredible." That sounds great," Tiffany said. "No awful.