“Uh…Laura,” I said hesitantly. “I’m not sure you want to go there…” “Oh, that’s funny, brcause I am,” she said confidently, strok...ng a finger lightly up my asscrack. Damn, that felt good. “I mean, uh…” I swallowed. “I’m not gay, so…” “That doesn’t mean you don’t like to be assfucked,” she said, pressing her fingertip against my anus and moving it in small circles. “It just means you don’t like to be fucked by a man. I’m not a man, so…problem solved.” “But…but…” my eyes widened further as. Ass 34 goll goll usne kurta or pajami dali hue thi dkhte he mere pant me halchal pedda ho uthi.Uska hubby jadatar kam k sinsle me bahar he rhta tha to wo jadatar ghr me ekali rhte thi. J tab ki bat ha jab mere clg me chutia thi or sabbi pg me rhne walle students apne apne ghr chle gye mujje kush kam ki vjah se whi rhna prha. Es batt ki jada kushi thi k me or Pooja 10-12 din k lea ekale han ghr me. Mujje kbi kbar lgta ha use b mere me intrst ha. Ek din me markit ja rha tha Pooja ko b whi pass me. I reach down and turn up the volume and we stand there leaning on each other with our eyes closed swaying to the noise as it comes to its twisted conclusion. ‘What was that music?’ she asks after a moment. ‘Einsturzende Neubauten,’ I reply. ‘I like it,’ she says. ‘So do I. And it just so happens that I have a copy of the very album they were just playing on tape!’ I go over and get a tape of Halber Mensch and slap it in the Sony. ‘That’s great!’ she says, and then she grabs me and kisses me. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind, though, when Brett took one of his favorite positions: comfortably situated between her thighs. ‘You’re so wet,’ Brett murmured, pressing his lips against the deliciously moist silken fabric at the apex of her thighs. Kate murmured in agreement as he worked his tongue against her clit through the now drenched screen of her panties. Between the long, wet strokes and the short, swift taps against her clit Kate couldn’t even think. ‘Brett!’ she.