.Meeta-didi time ho gya..car tyar khadi hai..Raj-meeta tum saman leke chalo hum aate hain.Meeta k jate hi maine geeta ko pichhe se pakad liya.Raj-geet... apni saree kholo..mujhe pichhe wali leni hai…Geeta-ab loge!!yaar tum bhi na…chalo…Geeta ne fatafat saree utar di.maine lund teji se lund gaand mein daal diya..ghofi bnakr jor jor se shot marne lga.maza aane lga.Geeta-chodo yaar maza aa raha hai..time kam hai..meeta ka phon aa raha hai…o..raj..Raj-bas yaar ek minute…Jor jor k shot se main jhad. Well, I am! I have no problems with people being gay! But I know a blackmail trip when I see one!” Janani laughed maniacally, and continued, “And he owed me bigger still, because I let that entire police station fuck me that night so they won’t register an FIR against Vinod.”Anjan started goggle eyed at Janani, who giggled and said, “it was fun!” as the siblings shared a laugh. She let go of Anjan’s cock as I brought her to an orgasm. Anjan himself let go of his father’s still limp cock to jack. Despite being well lubricated, his mammoth cock had trouble fitting into my well used pussy. I wanted it all, so like a nasty bitch, I started thrusting back, even as I started to whimper from the pain of being stretched. He hit bottom with a vicious thrust and I let out a cry, before settling into a rapid jackhammer rhythm. The sounds were loud of his cock slamming into my poor pussy, and the wet sounds of my cunt clinging to the big black cock. I was so into my brutal fuck that I. . I strained to remember and yes, I remembered having a sex dream, but...well, I had never had a wet dream before...Maybe I jacked off in my sleep. This was starting to severely bug me. That weekend, I didn't go out with Jill or Jenna; instead I went out with the guys. We went to a local strip club where the beers cost 2x as much as anywhere else, so I hardly drank at all. I got home super late, though, and went straight to bed. I had just drifted off to sleep when something woke me. I opened.