She was the kind of girl you fantasise over every night and dream of when you’re at a meeting or tired. She had the most beautiful body with large t...ts, which made men drool, and a sweet slim body. Her beautiful hair and her sexy face meant that this might be a night to remember. As I approached her station I saw her, standing in the corner watching the train come in wearing a coat to stop the lashing rain soaking her. The train stopped and I got off but did not walk straight towards her – I. Reaching behind her with one hand, he buried his fingers in the soft, full flesh of her buttocks. With his other, he explored underneath her with his thumb until he found the tight, hard nub she had exposed for him before. Taking it between his fingers, he rolled it as if it were a small pebble, feeling its smoothness. Instantly he was rewarded with Tarren’s cry. He rubbed her faster, until her back was arched so that her breasts jutted up toward the ceiling, pointed silhouettes in the. The best there is I think. But this post isn't about me asking about the porn or telling everyone how much or how hard I have cum over the last three or four days. This post is about me coming to a realisation, well more like admitting to myself what I already knew really. I’m ready to take the next step in my life with this whole fantasy I have. I don’t know if anyone will see this post, or if they will give a shit about the person writing it… but I’m doing it anyway if I don’t I might as well. Even ladies had around 2 rounds and were enjoying the light music and mood of late night. Mehta was very happy. He was drinking extras and was not in a stage to stand straight. So, I felt, it’s good for him to stop and better to sleep. I insisted he stop and took him upstairs to his room.I dropped him in bed and returned to the living room to leave the party and go home. I was also a little high and was walking on all sides. While climbing down the steps, Varsha was climbing up. My step slipped.