Thori der baad jab sab ne apne kapde pahan liya tho sonu aur pk na jane kya baat kar rahe the jate waqt sonu ne kar=ha ki raju tujhe kal aur bhi maja ...aye ga mai samajh nahi paya ki uske kahne ka kya matlab hai mai ne socha ki kal ka kal deakha jaye ga . Dusre din done fir aagaye aur is baar vo apne saath ek lakadi ka belan (jisse roti banai jate hai )le kar aaye the mai samaja nahi paya ki usse vo kya karege maine isBare mai soca hai nahi mai ne apne kapde utare aur bed pe ja kar let gaya vo. "You mean that we can fuck you again?" asked Peter.For a moment I was shocked and I did not know what to say. Until that moment I had no idea that what the guys had done to me yesterday, was fucking me.From all the whispers that I had heard about fucking, I had understood that fucking was something dirty and sinful. But stabbing their cock in my cunt had been a nice feeling yesterday. How could something that gives me such a wonderful feeling be sinful."Yes," I said before I had considered it. So without wasting your time let me come to the beginning of the story.I was married to Nitin Saha on Dec 17, 2008. He is in merchant navy so either he stays home for a long period or goes out on long trips around the world. Readers please don’t think that I don’t love my husband anymore or he is impotent I still enjoy sex with him as a normal wife should do. But circumstances have changed a bit from my side.He has a small brother named Ganesh, my devar, he was my first lover of extra marital. As she brushed, her hand pressed against the hardness of my young cock and she squeezed gently, feeling the outline through my jeans. All of the crumbs had been swept from my lap, but Mum left her hand there, kneading my cock through the denim. She reached higher and unfastened the button, and unsipped me until my fly was gaping open and she could stroke the bulge of my cock through my underpants. I closed my eyes and groaned softly as her fingers squeezed and kneaded me.Mum stood up and looked.