My precum dripped on the bed sheets. Carl changed positions and moved behind me. I was still on my stomach with Carl spreading my legs as he knelt be...ween them. I enjoyed the prostate massage, and wondered what to expect next. Was I ready for this? Carl applied more lubricant to my hole. Was I ready to have a man enter my backside? I read that anal sex was painful and that if not done right could do some damage. I did not want to say no to Mary's fantasy, watching two men. He pulled on my. "I have set up another appointment for same time next week", I said to him, "I don't think you need Viagra", adding, with a wry smile, "Do you".We out stretched our hands to shake, but in the end I hugged him, and whispered into his ear, "Thank you for the brilliant fucking".1) GSA really happens"Oh God, where do I begin with this"? I am a half sibling to a boy, through our mother, and when we met for the first time, I did not know of him, or he of me, but it was instant attraction at first. Jeff and I were still standing there with rock hard cocks and I personal was still in awe that this whole thing was even happening.She motioned to us to follow her as she started walking into the patio door. She stopped for a second to reach down and dry the top of her feet and as she did, that perfectly succulent ass came into full view and her tasty snatch was pointing right at me, still soaking wet and shiny from her pussy juices from the thorough cunt reaming Jeff gave her.We followed her. But all that happened much before my birth.I was born in a small rented house in a Muslim majority area of Bhopal. My father had disposed of the large ancestral Havelli house and worked at the booking office of the All India Railways. My mother, although a staunch conservative Muslim lady, observing the hijab and wearing a burqa, was educated enough to be a teacher at a primary girls’ school of the area. She had to go out of our home completely covered, and only with my dad as her guardian.I.