Reshma: Madan, please hold the glass. I will get the phone and don’t dip your cock too deep inside the glass.While Madan is holding the glass, Reshm... answered the call and put the mobile on speaker mode and kept it aside. She took his cock and glass immediately. Reshma doesn’t want to miss any chance to leave his dick.Nitya: Hey, Reshma, what’s going on there. You guys didn’t call back?Reshma: Yes, Nitya. I have brought the milk, and already his cock is inside the milk filled glass for over. I looked at her amazing vagina, a females private part. It was pink, had two soft folds sticking out, and I wanted to taste it so badly. I started with kissing my mom on the lips like I saw on t.v. A small lip kiss which got my Mom and myself smiling. I started to work my way downward, a little confused about what I was supposed to accomplish when I ultimately reached my goal. After all, my mother had a completely different set of equipment down there. I could not exactly copy what she had. I began teaching her son from that day itself. Every day I and her son would sit in the hall to study. Many a times Nazma would come and sit in front of us doing some house work like cutting vegetables or knitting etc. Many days passed and I never missed a day to go and teach her son. All these days I did only two things teach her son and gaze his mother’s luscious body. Many a times I had witnessed her returning my stare with her stare. That time my friend was transferred to Chittagong from. Her mind began to travel down darker paths again, and she felt a fresh stab of desire. A warm dampness between her legs told her just how focused she could be on math while she was here. She gritted her teeth as her rough jeans rubbed through the flimsy material of her panties. God, she wanted him. What was wrong with her? Andy met her at the door, and she stepped into the quiet gloom of his house. Despite herself, she felt a little disappointed. He held no flowers, he murmured no declaration.