I couldn’t tell her how strongly I desired her for my sexual desire.Shorna urna porto, ar majhe majhei or urnata buk theke shore jeto , ar or pin po...nted breast amar chokhe shamne veshe uthto. With my incessant hard on paining me I wished I could tear her clothes and suck her boobs. It was like hat barhalei dhorte pari, but my self restrain somehow resisted me from putting my reputation at stake.she was teasing, chuckling, gigling in meaningful ways in between the studying. I was enjoying. He pushed her legs apart and ran a finger up and down her soaked slit. She moaned as his finger bumped against her clit. Ã,My my, arenÃ,t we a naughty little slut?Ã,? he let go of her neck and she heard his pants unzip. She tried to scramble up on the bed, away from the butler boy but he grabbed her legs and pulled her back down. He grabbed both of her thighs sinking into her folds in one thrust, she realized that he was a lot larger then she was used to and she was scared. “Over my ass”, she grunted. So I pulled out and let three or four hot sticky streams shoot right into her asshole, gaping after being opened by my hand. I was oblivious to Gerry, but I became conscious that it wasn’t just Karen’s grunts that I had heard, but Gerry’s as well, who had climaxed just before we had. Once again our three bodies lay back on the bed, but interestingly Gerry was on the other side of me from Karen, and let me run my hands and fingers over her body. She had really long. I took turns thoroughly massaging each one while her free foot slowly played with my fuckstick through my jeans. While that was happened, my eyes shifted back and forth from her soles to her lips. I was so turned on and soaking with pre-come, I wanted us to go home as soon as the bowl was done. But I knew there was little chance of that. The night was still young and when Ash and I go to a café, we usually stay for a few hours and smoke two or three bowls together. Furthermore, I didn’t want.