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At last, we kissed, paki long and lustfully, probing with our tongues and tasting the forbidden fruits of brotherly love. His lips were full and moist, slightly salty to the taste; the stubble of his shadow-beard felt slightly rugged and I inhaled the deep, masculinity of his body as we remained locked in a remorseless grip. We surfaced for air but standing in the moonlight, we were overtaken again by our lust and we began frantically pulling off each others clothes. He unbuckled his sporran and it dropped to the floor as I pulled his sweater off, revealing the same “X-Men” tee-shirt he had worn the last time we met – “Wolverine” it read. My shirt was off next, then our boots and socks, before we fell into another embrace, kissing and hugging, breathing and panting. He sank his lips into my neck and I gasped in ecstasy, as his stubble lightly scratched at my sensitive bare skin and he began licking and biting my ear, his warm breath sending tingles up and down my spine. He dropped to his knees before me, kissing the white, hairless skin of my stomach and pressing his face into my crotch. Gently, he unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them to the floor; and then his face buried itself in my groin. My organ was bursting from my Cin2 briefs by this point, oozing pre-cum juices into the soft white fabric, which he eagerly sucked and tasted, gently biting at my cock and balls through my briefs and driving me wild. As he stood up, I stepped out of my jeans and raised his arms to pull off his tee-shirt, revealing his well developed chest, peppered with soft hairs, in the centre of which hung on a leather necklace, a striking bronze medallion in the shape of a Celtic Talisman. It glinted in the moonlight and when he saw me looking at it, he smiled knowingly and pressed it against punjabi my chest; it felt surprisingly cold, strange but somehow fascinating. We returned to our embrace, desi kissing and hugging; my hands now following the contours of foursome his hairless back, his spine and then at last, his bum, still covered by his kilt. Through the heavy woollen material, I massaged the cheeks of his bottom, feeling their plump round shape and clutching at the pleats of the back of his kilt. I pushed him backwards across the floor, until he fell onto the bed. But sensing what I wanted to do, he immediately rolled over onto his front, his body now lying prone before me, clad only in his Skye Tartan kilt. I climbed onto the bed between his bare legs. Seeking to discover but also wishing to prolong the act of discovery, I ran my hands up village the back of his hairy legs, slowly under his kilt, higher and higher inside the secret sanctuary until I felt his hairless buttocks. I could resist no longer; I slid back down the bed and buried my head under his kilt, diving into indian his cleft, kissing and tonguing his crack and tasting the sweaty scent of this, the most private area of his young body. I spread his legs, to discover his balls and erect cock, trapped by his kilt and pressed firmly against the bed and down between his legs. His cock-head was already exposed and tamil moist; I licked it in a circular motion, before taking it fully into my mouth, as my nose pressed into his hairless balls – did he shave his balls? I hadn’t remembered that from last time. He was groaning and writhing against the bed, clutching at the pillow in pleasure at his rimming. She, once again, swallows my hard cock. “Let me get you clean.” I did, sideways with my head and butt hanging over the sides. Ashley walked me to my truck and gathered her stuff while bent over the seat. That caused her to moan out paki her enjoyment. He enjoyed their conversations during the rest time between their opening and closing acts. I decided that we didn’t need to call them since they would desi be home tonight, and we could just punjabi ask them. “Join a pervert club and do it for free then,” he suggested. Again and again I was almost ready to cum, but able to gain control. "A nudist camp?" “I will, Becky!” I had become a real exhibitionist. You...smell good, Deb." you reply, still not cogent enough to understand the situation. But suddenly the reality of the situation came back to me. I was lying naked in my bed, masturbating in front of my sister. "I feel bad for her though." She quickly stuck foursome the joints in her tamil bag. Jake sat down on the bed. Their dad arrived home mid-afternoon and when he asked if the boys had been able village to get indian their sister out of bed, the two young males grinned and told him they had tortured her until she got up.