Ik din bhai k 2 dost (Rashid or Farhan) gher per aay howy thy, main sub k liya tea lai or tea is tarhan se jhook jhook kar di k mery boobs dekhny lagy...main ny dopatta nahi liya tha or mery cloths k bary main to app janty hi ho k main kaisy kapry pehanti hoon (short light colors ki kameezy jis k chak main sy kamar dikhti hey or kameezo ka galy buhut bary bary hoty hain, mery kapro main se mery boobs saaf dikhai dety or adhy adhy se ziyada bahir nikl rahy hoty thy or light color k kapry hony ki. . Well, I can’t explain it.”“You gave her an orgasm with your fingers?”“Well, yeah, I guess so. I didn’t really know what I was doing, though. Beginner’s luck, I guess.”“She is so lucky!”“Although I did remember a few of the things you told me on the beach,” I added. “So thanks. That came in handy.”“Heh heh. ‘Handy,’ he says.”I smiled and glanced out of my window at the porch. “So why don’t you teach James how to do it?” I asked quietly.“I don’t want to offend him. He thinks he’s doing well.”I. The thought wetted her French undies further and now she was certain they were fully drenched with her female juices and she feared her heated scent was much too decipherable to a male in an aroused status.She watched the gypsy girl sidling down the stairs to the basement and noticed her naked front side was already well-decorated with the art work of Master Nickolai.She had one of the books open to the section with various butterflies and waited expectantly for the slender muscular tattooed. You make everything groovy.”I reached over and stroked her chin as I mouthed the words. Again, she giggled softly.After exiting Route 33, when we were well into New Jersey, we stopped at a soda fountain and shared a root beer float. I went over to the jukebox and put on ‘Wild Thing.’ As the song started to play, I got behind Debbie and started to run my fingers through her long, blonde hair.“Wild Thing, I think I love you. But I want to know for sure.”As the song played I reached forward.