I slept in late the next morning and got up about ten, showered and went downstairs to fine some food. Mum had already left for work and after wolfing...down some cold pizza I went into the lounge room and found my sister siting on the couch watching some crappy soap. “Clare,” I said in a singsong voice and she turned around in fright, having not heard me behind her. “What do you want?” she asked, maybe a bit more politely then usual. “What we talked about last night,” I replied, glad to see her. Peter gabbled on about the wedding yesterday. Mary had trouble concentrating, all she could think about was being spread across that table earlier that day and being fucked by her brother in law. If only Peter knew, she mused. The conversation finally turned around to matters that were more mundane.“Hey, Alan, by the way, have you seen the new computer football game?”“Seen, it, Peter. And got it. It’s on the PC upstairs if you want a go.”“Great, let me have it.” Peter looked at Mary. “You don’t. Mere pairo pe gir gayi aur bolne lagi, “Nahi, please police ko mat bulao. Tum jo bolo main kar dungi lekin poice ko mat bulao.” Uska ye dialogue sun kar mere dick mein hulchul hui aur mere dimaag mein shaitani khayal aa gaya. Maine uska haath pakad kar khade kiya aur bola, ‘Tujhe jo bolunga woh karna padega fir jaane dunga.”Woh boli haa karungi. Fir kya tha mujhe to subah subah Kashmiri seb mil gaye khaane ke liye. Maine uske haath thama aur uske top floor pe building ke refugee room mein le. The audience gasped and then moaned. Glory was perfect. Two full grown men ejaculated in their underwear.She was nearly six feet tall and weighed 145 pounds. Her inseam was 35 inches, her waist 22, and her bust 37 with a size D cup, a fine handful, standing upright and pointed, the nipples fully extended. She now stood in the bright lights wearing only her golden 5-inch heels, her tiny violet thong and a purple shelf bra with wide straps. Her bared nipples were hard and pink in tiny areoles..