Wo log rich nahi hain aur unk ghar k halaat kharab rehte hain lekin unki behanain wo tight aur sexy hain me bata nahi sakta wo roz new dresses pehanti...hain aur sath me make up me unhe dekh kar pagal ho jata tha,6 months pehle unk father ne unko 1 p2 computer le diya unhe pata tha k sam ne computer courses kiye houe hain unko jo problem hoti wo mujhe awaz de deti aur me ja kar theek kar aata unhe computer sahi chilana nhai aata tha wo 2no sisters mere pass bethi rehti 3rd number ki jo behan thi. ” I said and put my hand forward for a handshake. But instead she left.After she left I could feel tears in my eyes. I wasn’t feeling emotional. Neither was I crying a moment ago. But still I had tears in my eyes. I felt like spending some more time with her. Anyways I wiped off my tears and continued with my walk.But she was on my mind for the whole day. I decided to try to meet her the next day.I woke up quite early next morning and ran towards the bridge. It was still quite dark. I stood. I removed my top. He said i had really firm boobs. He removed my bra. He undressed himself. In all this while, I had forgotten my dad was right in front, passed out.I slowly went down on my knees. He had a fucking big cock ! around 11 inches and thick as a coke can. I coudnt take it all in my mouth. I began with licking the tip. Then his balls. I began sucking him. I could take only half in my mouth. He pulled my hair and thrusted his cock in my mouth. He was mouthfucking me for around 15. Licking his balls, he licked my pussy for a bit. Then he just put me on my knees and started fucking me real hard, calling me his dirty slut (something I asked him to do it)...playing, you know. Around 1 pm, he called Mr Z and this guy showed up around 1 30 pm, my guy didn't let me to put my clothes on, he just open the door and Mr Z just came in.My guy took his pants off and kept fucking me but me on a missionary, I was feeling so aakward and shy!, so I said hello Mr Z and smile! ehehe..what.