Not wanting to appear again too soon and yet not wanting to miss a second of the evening he would share with Vicky and her man. Closing his eyes he co...ld not help himself for letting his mind wander to where the evening might lead them. Before he knew it he was leaning back against the wall under the unrelenting needles of water and rubbing his lather covered hand over his most sensitive area. As he felt his cock spring to life within his grasp his breathing deepened as he contemplated what was. Mene shivam ko bola kahi or chalte h pr shivam ka kuchh or irada tha usne mujhe unn lfko ki taraf kia or oichhe se mere boobs dabane laga or meri skirt upr krke chut me ungli krne laga. Ye dekhkr wo ladke hmari taraf ae or apna lund sahlane lage unme se ek bola bhai maal to mast h kaha se laya hnko chahie yeShivam bola to lelo free ka h wo ldke boke thk h to hmare hostel chalo shivam bola chalo or hm chal die raste me wo ladke kbhi meri chuchi pakadte to kbhi chut sehlate or bolte randi bht. This was going on for a month, one weekend, I reached office for some paper work, the whole office was deserted, in the corner cubicle I see a light was on, and I listen a mild sound of somebody sobbing, that is ishiqas cubicle, as I go nearer her cubicle, the sound gets more clearer, it was not like somebody was sobbing, but some body was having pleasure, I was perplexed,I went slowly nearer to her place, where in she cant see me, she was half naked now, her boobs was so well etched man, I was. . my cheek, Father." I want you to take my hand and put it everywhere she put her hand, Sister. And when you do that, also tell me how it makes you feel."He could feel her trembling grasp on his wrist as she placed his hand on her cheek and he felt a wetness there that indicated she was shedding tears. He had a momentary pang of conscience about what he was doing but then, as she moved his hand down past her neck to the swelling rise of her soft, heavy, right breast, the feel of her pneumatic.