..” she named it “how do you know about that?” Apparently men weren’t that aware about female anatomy where it came to women enjoying sex. No ...hange there, I thought. She named it. We continued the exploration, sometimes she would stop and say “Do you want the ‘proper’ term or what people call it?”“Both”“Well, it is [I convert to English] the anus, but people call it the arsehole, men call it the shitter, I believe” she giggled, knowing she’d said a rude word “and women sometimes call it ‘the. “saali randi tu bahut hi must cheez hai mere sare lund ko leel rahi hai. Le jhel dhakka, jhel loda meri jaan, meri chudakkar randi ,meri chhamiya meri chudvanti”.I was so hot now that I became shyless and said “” saale mere chuddakar khasam main randi hu to tu mera bhaduwa hai, thunsh jore se apna danda meri choot mein, far de meri choot ko.” We kept saying all possible vulgar word to each other and due to our high excitement we both reached to orgasm rather early. He shouted in ecstassy, “main. I went and fetched some antiseptic cream from the bathroom.When I returned I knelt down in front of her and started cleaning her injured knee. The wound looked bad especially with bits of gravel from the roadside sticking to it but I knew that it was a very minor injury. With football and our biking my friends and me had performed this operation on each other countless times in the past and I thought nothing of it. At this point all thoughts of a sexual nature were, for me, surprisingly. .. up and down ... stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.I have no idea why I found the motion so relaxing, but I did. As he continued to masturbate, he started to speak, so softly that I could barely hear him.“Keep watching,” I think he murmured. “Don’t worry about what I’m saying ... just keep watching my hand.”I figured that he just wanted to talk dirty. I know whenever my boyfriend and I fuck, he talks dirty just before he cums - my big brother mustn’t have wanted to become self-conscious, and so.