.she would have been 25,but looked every inch a goddess with a slim pencil thin waist. Reeta pinched me and again whispered “stop eating my sister ....she is a kid..i can see it in ur eyes that you want to eat her.she will not be able to take a moster like you.she will definitely die.may god never bless her with a man like you.You will tear her apart”.I replied with “can I have her?” and we both laughed..Time passed by and I hardly met snigdha. I was too engrossed in preparing for my. ' We both want to be accepted and appreciated as we are. I revealed myself in the stories I wrote, so you equalized the vulnerability by sharing your list. Vulnerability is what gives depth to a relationship. We reveal everything, including what can be used to hurt us, needing to know the truth won't be an obstacle to what we seek. You said, 'this is who I am. Please accept me and see value in my true self. I promise to hide nothing from you, for this is where I want to belong.' I responded. ...do not hold it in!" Your permission is freeing, tilting my head back I begin to pant. The first orgasm comes quick and hard. Cuming I suppress my moans, and obey when you instruct me to lay on the floor. Grabbing my legs you spread them wide, I assume you are ready to fuck me. Looking down at my pussy you ask if I came. Thinking to myself only once....I shake my head before speaking the word no. Going back down your tongue is relentless as you lick and suck on my clit. Working your way down. I grabbed hold of her ass with both hands and buried myself as deep as I could as I unleashed my semen into her. I collapsed down onto her, sweating and panting as the last few jolts of my cum exited my cock. My wife ran her hands through my hair, and said, "good boy, now let's go home." As turned on as I was, I kind of felt like a piece of meat them. But for some reason I loved it. And I think my wife seeing that was turning her on too. The next day we returned to try and repeat the same. This.