Mai uske pass gyi toh usne mjhe hug kia or godi utha lia or bola meri pyaari raani I love uh…or mjhe kiss krne lga,,maine v support kia as he was my...1st exp.Then vo mera boobs touch krne lga mjhe bahut maja aarha tha…phli baar mard ka sparsh mere liye jannnat jaisa tha,,dhire dhire vo mere panty k upar hath phrne lga meri skirt utha k,mai toh jaisey 7 asmaan p pahunch gyi.Maine apna bag utar k fek diya or pura support krne lgi tarun ko.Dhire se usne mere shirt ka button khol dia or phr meri. The problem was that she didn’t have a passport to travel and it was more than a 14 hour plane trip to the Philippines, and would cost upwards of twelve hundred dollars. I had to consider if the obsession was worth the money and time, especially if it was only a sexual fixation. However, the wanting to be with her eventually had me risk and buy the plane ticket to see her. Once purchased, I started to have uneasy feelings, not sure if I should actually go through with it. I was nervous, but I. Becausenow, even after two deep solid orgasms, I still want more. Not the kindof wild ones I had with Trent, but that soft soothing way you have ofbuilding me up and putting me over the top." She chuckled. "So I guessyou're still in the game."She snapped her fingers and waved for me to follow her, which I didsilently, padding along in those bland slippers, the slip brushingagainst my smooth legs, my eyes on her swaying bottom, my fingerstingling from the knowledge that I was allowed to touch. Finding nothing wrong I began to watch her. First time my eyes went to the low-cut nighty. She was wearing through the mirror. I took off my eyes but it came back to the cleft of hers. I started getting a hard on. Guilt was there but no use!!My prick was throbbing. Now suddenly I caught her seeing me through the mirror constantly as I was doing. I saw what she was seeing. Oh no I forgot to close my zip. I now came to know why she was not coming out of the mirror. I suddenly got up while she.