I don't know why I remembered that. It's just... nice... to know... you're my sister."And she had said it. It was lovely; she was lovely. My gorgeous ...win sister had reminded us of my early obsession, long forgotten by common sense and acquired knowledge of what society expects from us. And I went with her, as if I were her boyfriend, the perfect escort of a frightened young girl, my own sister. She wanted me to come in with her and -- despite my protests -- I tagged along.Sylvia had this. .Then he wrapped his hand around my throat to hold me firmly and pounded into me almost collapsing my body in his grip. I came again, turned on by his brutal ferocity. My clit throbbed and my sore cunt gushed into my hand. Soon my clenching ass made him cum in return. I felt his hard cock deep in my anus start to pulsate and his burning semen squirting into my stretched orifice. He pulled out slightly and I sensed some of his sticky cum dribbling from my asshole onto my cunt and my fingers. I. Tabhi Harshada ko ghabharahat hone lagi. Usko thoda paseena bhi aaya. Ye baate pujari ko bhi sunai di. Woh bhi Harshada ki blouse ko dekhne laga. Fir Harshada ne blouse ke saare button khole aur thodasa fit karane ke liye aage kheecha.Tabhi pujari ko Harshada ke ek boobs ke nipples dikhe. Pandit ko to bahar hi darshan ho gaye. Fir Harshada ne thik se buttons lagaye. Badi bheed thi isliye line dheere dheere aage badh rahi thi.Teeno ekdum najdik khade the. Kabhi kabhi crowd ki wajah se Harshada. Ami se baar pujo te bari giea chhi. Onek din por bari gachhi to sobar sathe khub hashi thatta hochhe. Hathat Mou amar samney alo ami okey dekhe obak hoea gelam. OOr dud duto ki sundor boro hoeachhe, o aro forsha hoeachhe, aar pachhar size tao oshadharon. Mouer sathe amar khub baje yaarkey o cholto. Ami Mou k aste kore oor kaner kachhe giea bollam, sexy gotor ta to darun banieachho. O hassssshhh bole heshe chole gelo.Pujor prothom tinte din ami bandhuder sathe khub mostti korlam. Dasamir din aar.