“Oh, dear! My naughty little poet’s been a very dirty little boy!” I glanced down. My robe had come open and pre-cum was still glistening on the...tip of my not quite flaccid cock. I covered up. She got up, sauntered over to stand beside me with a feral grin on her face. She grabbed the lapels of my robe, yanked it open, then held it there while her greedy eyes drank in my nudity and the viscous ooze from my meatus.“You filthy wanker!” she said in her gorgeous north London accent. I snatched my. ......which he seemed all too happy to do. He spoke first and introduced himself and began to sit down across the little table from me. As I was introducing myself he kind of hesitated and looked at me.......yea, my voice had given me away...........but he still sat down and I seized the opportunity to be truthful by asking him if he'd ever met a "gurl like me" before? No.....he said......in fact he'd always wondered about gurls like me but had never run into one til now. I said that as happy. I want to fall to my knees and wrap my arms around your waist, hold you very tight and not let go. I push that aside and lean in close. My other hand comes up and I run my thumb lightly over the chilled skin of your cheek. Your breath shudders and you bite your lower lip bewitchingly.I grab your short hair in one hand, and jerk your head back 'till you're facing the bare branches above us. You whimper in pleasure. I frantically unwind the scarf from around your neck, and bury my face in your. Me v khush hogya kyuki.Jab S hum Mile the me yahi katna chahta tha ushne aaone pant uthari or khada hogya its white in colour ot top.Pink.Colour ka tha i was cant resist myself me chute hi uska lund apne muh me le lya or suck karne laga wo v mere head pakd k mujhe direction dena laga or full on.Suck kar rha tha ushe v maja aarha tha ushe bahut care k saath me saath sex kr tha lyk.B acha wala boyfrns i was happy with with him after den wo mere muh me brust ho gya . Me uski taraf dekha wo mere.