I proped myself onto my bed against my pillows, and drew my legs up, giving the boy a clear view of my open crotch, 'What the fuck', went through my m...nd as he drank in my womanhood, in its full splender.His sister took no notice of my change in position on my bed, as from her angle I looked like I was just sitting drinking, but from the foot of my bed, he was guest of honer, and when I slipped my left arm down my flank, reached under with consumate ease and opened my vagina for him to savour. Wo siskar rahi thi “ye kya aag laga di tumne ab buja bhi do is aag ko plsssssss” maine kaha “rani abhi to aag lagi hai abhi se buja di to maja kya ayega lo mera fire ka pipe ko taiyar kar do to ye aag buja dega.” Maine apna lund uske muh me de diya wo mere lund ko chusne lagi pagalo ki tarah mere lund ko hath se masal rahi thi aur muh se chus rahi thi. Maine use jameen per lita diya aur maine apna lund uski chut ke darwaje per rakh diya aur jor se dhakka diya mera pura 6” ka lund uski chut ki. Perfect!We chatted for hours, got to know one another and exchanged loads of photos, all of mine in transvestite mode of course. As days went by, we learned more and more about each other, about our pasts, what we had done, what we liked, disliked, and eventually, what turned us on. We just seemed to click with each other straight away. Nothing was taboo, nothing was hidden. Oral, anal, peeing—anything was asked, and yes everything was told. She was really turned on when I mentioned my. He was wearing a pair of black jogging shorts, a good contrast to the golden tan covering most of his body. He still had an indentation of his pillowcase across his right cheek and his bare chest had that morning glow to it. His curls were tussled on his head, strands sticking up and hanging in his face. He looked amazing.I almost forgot that I was mad at him until he looked up at me. The way that his eyes narrowed on me was a sure sign that he was still mad at me too. I looked away, having.