I lose myself in the delicious words on the page. I read the model’s account of her seduction at the hands of the artist, “I felt his penis agains... my ass. He slipped his hands around my waist and lifted me up slightly so that he could penetrate me.” And as I read, I imagine the brush of his penis against my ass. I imagine the artist’s hands on my hips. I close my eyes and conjure the sound of his penis sliding violently in and out of my moist pussy. Reading this collection of short stories, I. ?Lucky-(anjan ban kar)kab bhabhi??…Kya hua ?Sunita- bahut bade ho gaye ho aaj kal…Zyada hi aage badd rahe ho…Lucky- nahi bhabhi aisa nahi hai……..Jab lucky ne dekha ki bhabhi usse kuch keh nahi rahi hai .Toh usse b kuch mehsus hone laga ki shayad bhabhi patt sakti haiBhabhi ki aise baato se lucky ko b josh aagya ab………Vo har roz apni bhabhi ko yaha vaha touch karta aur uski bhabhi b hass ke usse dekh ti aur kuch na kehte..Ek din lucky ko itna hawas chadd gayi ki usne bhabhi ko akele mein lejakar. One of my favorite songs happened to be playing… a subtle love song that seemed to work like an aphrodesiac. I closed my eyes and the two couples from earlier reappeared in my mind. I kept thinking of the two young men and imagining that the young women were both me.A tingle began to build inside me; more warmth than my car heater was generating. I could feel the first young man's hand brushing teasingly across my nipple. I took a deep breath and my nipple stiffened under the soft fabric of my. Bruce said sure. Brian and I pretty much switched spots, I went and sat on the edge of the pool, so Brian could eat my pussy, while Bruce could finger his ass. Bruce had two fingers in Brian's tight hole, pumping him and trying to stretch him before going in for the kill.Daddy told Bruce that he will need some lube before entering or he will rub his dick raw. Brian got out of the pool and wet for the lube. He liked the gun oil lube, he said, dady's dick would just glide in with no effort. .