M kale ki goad me beth gaya . kale ne apna ek hath meri tang per or apna dusra hath didi ki tang per rakh liya or fir didi se pucha kesi rahi chutiya ... didi ne muskura kar kaha thik rahi .Kala – rinku bata raha tha bimar ho gai thi.Didi – kuch khas nhi aise hi thoda sa fiver tha .Kale ne muskura kar kaha firver hi tha ya kuch or tha.Didi – kuch or kya hoga .Kala – ladkiya jab jwan hone lagti hai to unko bohot kuch hota hai or ye bolkar kala hasne lagaDidi sharma gai . kale ne didi ki jangho ko. Finally she got up and walked out of the room and I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke up early, dressed and quietly left the house. The day was long and hard and at the same time it was too damned short. Long and hard because I couldn’t concentrate on anything at school. All I could think about was how badly I had fucked up the night before and think of the consequences that I would have to face when I went home after classes – if I went home! I seriously considered running away and. We spent three days at Niagara Falls honeymooning.Okay! Round the clock fucking! Never in my life have I ever before, felt so ALIVE! Sally mostly slept. As she promised, she didn’t mind the least, my overly amorous advances. Her mind wasn’t involved or apparently even present.Intravenous fluids weren’t needed in Niagara Falls. I was all the sustenance Sally needed for these three days, except she occasionally awoke only to pee and to drink some water. Drank considerable water myself, to stave. I nodded to keep the drool from spilling to the floor.He had shed his clothes to display mouth-watering virility. Straight blonde hair raged about his chest and trailed to a ginger thicket that almost hid his cock and balls. And what a cock it was—eight inches of swollen pink, choke along with his balls by a chrome cock ring. His fair skin was the perfect backdrop for the copious hair that moved up his shoulders, under his arms, and down his back, ass, and legs. And despite such a beautifully.