Shankar nay phir aik tez jhatka maara to uska lund meri gand may 8 inch andar ghuss gaya. Main phir cheekhi magar Shankar ne meri cheekhnay ki parwah ...a kartay howay aik aur jhatka maara ab uska lund meri gand ko phaadta howa jad tak andar ghuss gaya. Main buri tarha se chilla rahi thi aur ab Shankar khub zor zor se jhatkay maar raha tha. Wo apna lund topi tak bahar nikaalta aur phir wo aik hi jhatkay may jad tak apna lund meri gand may ghussa deta. Is tarha meri gand par buri tarha se dabao. Even my perception of time changed a little while we waited. I was nervous, even though I knew the government troops were not on the way to the drop. They had no way to know it was even planned let alone on the way. We were the ones with the advanced information.The Problem would come only if they got between us and the Monastery. If that happened it would be a run and shoot, since they were going to have no time to dig in either. They would be just as out in the open as us. We might lose. " He seems normal enough, says hello. He's perhaps five foot nine, not short but not tall, and appears to be fairly stocky. Not heavy but muscular. Nice face, hair cut shorter than most his age. Looks to me like a wrestler. I'm in the living room for perhaps another hour before I head to bed. I hear a few noises from her room, not loud. Perhaps a moan, some giggling. Well, if they're having sex at least they're enjoying it. When I get in my room, I hear nothing.The next morning I get up and go. I couldn’t believe the strength she had down there as she milked every drop out of me with her cunt. We collapsed together, and relished the feeling of their incestuous affair.I told her to stay in bed until lunch so that we could play around all morning. I told her that I would cover for her if either of my sisters asked questions. I knew that Anitha had come home just after their father had left for work at 5:00 am, and that she would be passed out for at least a few hours. I also knew that.