Dev apni sari kapde khol chuka tha aur mujhe bhi nanga kar diya.Ab meri zor dar chudae hone lagi.Dev sayad apni behen ka badla mujhse le rha tha.Aur w...h kaas kaas k stroke laga rha tha meri choot gilli ho k fel chuki thi.Dev bahut joshila ladka tha aur woh meri chudae yaad gar banane k liye meri bechedani tak dar de rha tha.Zor zor se lund andar bahar ho rha tha.Me bhi excited thi aur dev meri choot ki sari raas nikal nikal k chudae kar rha tha.Meri bechedani fat jayegi aisa mehsus hone laga. .. together.Blood pulsing through her with a wanton ache, Dana wanted him back, wanted to hear the smooth tone of his deep and rich voice. She wanted to feel the palms he'd roughed up on his old truck. The depth of her conversations with him had told her more about him than anyone she knew.Four long months had passed before this night. Exchanging emails, chatting on instant messengers, and even though they both lived in Las Vegas, they had yet to meet. He told her that he was only a bit worried. The lewd words excited her strangely through the drugged hashish haze and she groaned in surrender as he pushed her upper body forward over the dressing table. Her muscles were like rubber and she almost fell, coming to rest on her elbows, her face resting inches from the mirror.Her buttocks wavered in the air behind her and she shuddered as she felt Carlos hands lift her dress above her hips, bunching it around her wasp-like waist, and draw her thin white nylon panties down over the rounded. "Ivan was the picture of patience. He stroked my back for weeks before putting his hands under my nightgown and stroking my bare skin. By then I craved the intimate touch, and missed it when he snuck back out. When Ivan pulled me into a hug, he made me feel safe, and warm. When you are thirteen and a half, and no one so much as patted your head, any touch was welcome."One night Ivan's hand strayed down my back and touched my bottom. I twitched and he drew his hand away instantly. It felt good.