It felt even more exciting now that I was learning new things from my son. It’s never too late to learn. “Little bit of kissing, fondling the boob... and some finger their pussy.”“Good girl, you’re picking up fast. So that’s it?”“After that, they stick their cocks in the pussy and move back and forth very fast till they eject their sperm.”“No more of this biology textbook stuff. Say cum, jizz, wad, and in Bengali – Fyada.”“Cum, Jizz, Wad,” I repeated and slowly uttered ‘Fyada,’ which really. That brought out a disappointing moan from my Raven-haired beauty.She held out a hand and said, "Come here Love."I slid forward, crawling on my belly. She watched me move, hoping for a chance peek at more than what I was allowing. She had seen the whole package many times, but like all other aspects of the relationships I had with all my women, it was as if she were still enjoying the newness of us.When I reached her, I took her hand but she pulled, wanting me closer. I moved in, and when I was. I am 23 years old. I am currently graduating. I live with my parents and my sister, who is 25 years old and work as a fashion consultant in a Zara outlet. My sister looks very hot with a great sense of dressing. My sister’s name is Sulekha and trust me, the name doesn’t do justice on her. She is far too modern for someone called Sulekha.From my teenage, I had a crush on my sister. As we live in a 2 BHK flat, I and my sister share a room. During my childhood, I and my sister used to sleep in the. I looked down at my rounded breasts protruding from my thin ribcage. Sweat beaded out on them now, and all down the smooth white flatness of my belly and across my hips. I could feel drops sliding down into my light pussy hair.The crop whistled through the air again and again. Now it brought only a shallow grunt from my lips. My senses were so overwhelmed by agony, my back already so afire, that the renewed lashes brought only short stabs of pain.The sheriff seemed to realize this. He didn't.