“jo kar rahe ho tum kar rahe ho, maine kya kiya..” she spoke.“ohh kya mast chuchi hai tumhari.. mazaa aa gaya dabaane me..”“imagine what wil... happen if your father and didi sees you doing this..”“they will beat me.. so what..” I pushed one hand inside petticoat and fondled her bur.“kutia, your bur is so wet let me suck it..”“you should go and do chudai with Kamoo or some one else my bur is not for you.’“see kutia, if tonight you don’t come to my room then saali tomorrow I will bring a friend. I keep a firm grip on your hips as I slide beneath you, brushing my lips roughly over your sex as I adjust my balance. You let out a soft gasp at the contact and slip your hands down to the top of my head in response. Within seconds of settling down, I begin to draw the tip of my tongue gently back and forth along the outer edges of your vulva. You can feel it, the tender brushing of something firm and moist teasing the slight opening of your sex. With each stroke it penetrates slightly deeper. “Where on earth did you get the idea for that?” she asked, incredulously.“I, uh, saw it in a porn video,” I lied. “It looked hot.” Yes, that was a lie, but I wasn’t about to tell her it was an idea my mother planted in my head.“You did a good job cleaning me up,” she panted. “Should I clean you up, too?”Woah! I hadn’t expected that! I just nodded and watched in awe as Becky bent down and took my sticky cock in her mouth, sucking me clean of our combined juices. She licked the length of my shaft. The back of thedoor had few big screws where you could hang your clothes. Other than whatI had already mentioned the bathroom was bare.I found myself in the laundry space and standing on chair beside the wall.I could see the inside of the bathroom perfectly. From where I was, I wastotally hidden from my two friends who were inside. Unless the personinside the lavatory purposely looked up to the window that would be theonly time he or she would know that someone was spying on him or her. .