As she described what happened she felt my cock get bigger. She had gone over to visit Jim’s wife. They were going to talk about the separation. Jim...was home alone and told her that his wife had run an errand would be back soon. He offered her a beer. They sat and started talking. She started crying. The typical thing happened; he comforted her. The next thing she knew they were kissing. Then he was playing with her breasts. Before long he had his cock out guiding her hand to stroke it. She. Oooohhhhooo…Aaahh…Uuuiiiiiii maaaa…Ooohhh…Bada mota hai…Uuuuiiii…Aaaahhh…Aaaram se dalo yaar… Maine jor se do-teen shot mare.Ab lund chut ki ghahrai mein chala gaya.Chut mein sara lund jate hi maza hi maza aane lga.Reena ko thoda dard hua. Reena-uuuyiiiiii maaa….Hhhhiii…Meri chut…Fat gai…Aaahhh…Bahar…Nikalo…Aahh…Raj…Uuuiii maaaa…Hiiiii yaaar…Plz nikako…. Maine lund bahar nikal liya.Reena chut ko dekhne lgi.Pr kuchh hua nahin tha.Uski aankh mein aansu aa gaye. Raj-darling…Dar mat…Sab theek. Time seemed to suddenly stand still and I just got on becoming more and more impatient. The clock in the drawing room of the house struck ten. A moment later Vasu knocked at the door and called my mother’s name softly. My mother sat up. She looked at me. I did not move a muscle. I was lying wide awake with one arm placed on my forehead. She could not see my eyes. But I was afraid that she might hear my rapid heartbeats. When she felt sure that I was asleep, she got up. She stood in the center. My brother Paul, (not his real name,) was like me, very well developed even for young boys of 10 and 7. We both were curious, as boys were at that age, and occasionally checked each others cocks out. We shared the same bedroom and once in a while would get into a wrestling match and the inevitable would happen. We would start touching each other and exploring each others bodies.But nothing really happened sexually, it was just play.Back to my uncle johnny, (not his real name either.) Uncle.