**** It seemed like yesterday, but it was a long time ago. The first memory that came to mind was picture day my senior year in high school. All the s...udents dressed up in their best clothes to get their final school pictures taken. I was standing in the boys’ lineup with my best friend, Scott Shipp. Everyone called him Bobby because of his habit of quoting Robert De Niro all the time. I surveyed the room looking for other people I knew. It wasn’t every day that the entire senior class. Woh bhuki sherni ki taraf wait kar rahi thi pura muh kholke. Maine jhat see uske upar ke hoth pakad ke muh mein leke pure takat se chusne laga. Woh bhi mere hothon ko chusne lagi thi. Ab maine uske muh garm mein apna jeebh daal diya.Aur usne mere phir hum ek dusre ke muh me pura jeebh ghuma rahe the. Thuk exchange kar rahe the. Bich bich mein woh mere lips ko daaton mein dabake apni or khinch leti thi. Ab maine use sidha letaya aur uske upar aa gaya. Pahle uske gale ko chatte hue uske boobs ki. Her mouth twitched in a smile. "The official answer is to see if we've got the chops to continue as programmer trainees. So far only Irene is interested." You don't want to spend the rest of your life writing code?"Cynthia laughed. "Not hardly. I'm not sure what I want to do, but spending my days in a fabric-covered cubicle and staring at lines of code on a screen is not one of them." Me neither. I like making up the idea and letting someone else do the dirty work. I did promise my mother that. Once again my dick swelled and my warm precum began to leak from my swollen tip, but her hand clamped on my dick holding off my orgasm once again. “I'll give you you're happy ending, just relax, not to fast ok.” Her hand rubbed my other tit as she smeared the sensuous warm oil across my chest. Her fingers once again traveled to my ball sack holding them in the air. “Mmmm you're pretty full now I'll make you happy very soon,” she announced. Her fingers went back to playing my skin flute with her.