At least Ron just sticks to the videoing and doesn’t interfere. Sometimes wish he would, when we go too far and I semi-regret it. But then I rationa...ize it by saying to myself that they do it voluntarily and we’re only giving them what they ask for, even though it’s beyond their wildest dreams and if they had any idea, they’d run a hundred miles. Always keep the e-mails and correspondence to prove this. Pity we can only torture his cock and not his balls as well but that’s what he wanted and we. She hadn’t minded doing it, she liked it even, but she didn’t like all the crap that came with it. The boys seemed so immature to her, and really she didn’t need them anymore, at least not until one came along that didn’t act all macho and goofy. No, she had something else. She had Brother Michael. Well she had him, but she didn’t. Wanted him but not all of him. Just the part of him that made her feel alive, special, appreciated for her mind, her sense of humor and all those other things. After one hour or so, I thought of doing something with her, my lust mind.I went to her room, switched on the light, took out bedsheet from her. Kept watching her sexy cute body. I kept her saree pallu aside and opened blouse buttons. Wow, what sexy boobs. Lifted her saree little up and started seeing her smooth legs.Finally, I couldn’t control myself. I gave her a nice gentle kiss on her lips and pressed her boobs. She got up suddenly. She said, hey what is this? I trust you as a friend, how. Kiss her hard. Pull back and fix my gaze on her as she stretches her panties out further. Tabby groans. "Jesus. This might be the naughtiest fucking thing we've done yet. Hurry."Readying, I suck in breath. "Whose are you?"No hesitation: "Yours."One word. Such power. I can't fight any longer.We both watch ribbons of spunk arc and splash against her wet pussy lips, slithering to drip into the gusset of her panties as I hiss through gritted teeth inches from her mouth. She jerks with each hot jet.