I told her that if she wants to read and see such stuff she has to do it here itself I will not tell anyone about it, I am alone full week. She was sh...wing shyness but finally she agreed, after finishing the sharbat she started reading. I told her that I am getting bored. What shall I do ? She asked me to sleep. I told her can’t you sit on double bed and we both can read some new stories which even I have not read.She agreed and we both were sitting on my double bed reading stories on Savita. Or perhaps it was simply because I loved my friends dearly and this intense pounding made me feel closer to them than ever before—even if it was only a fantasy.It was a blissful experience, but it eventually came to an end when one of my friends—not the fantasy version, but the real, flesh-and-blood version—spoke. It took a second before I figured out what she had just said. My cheeks turned red when I finally realized she had asked if I was having one of my fantasies—they knew about my. She knew that in common with most boys his age, not only would he shoot his load too soon, he would, without guidance, leave his partner unfulfilled and frustrated. Jean was determined this was not going to be the case with her son.“Let's take care of that hard cock first shall we? Then you can pleasure me in ways all girls will like, and only then will that cock of yours find its home between my legs. It will be well worth waiting for, I can tell you that.”Jean doubted Rory had ever made a. Die Stimmung wurde besser und besser. Alte Geschichten wurden erzählt und auch die ein oder andere Männergeschichte.Plötzlich klingelte es an der Tür. Die Mädels fingen an zu grinsen und baten Lena, die Tür zu öffnen. Mit einem Glas Sekt in der Hand, öffnete sie diese und vor ihr stand eine dunkelhäutiger Polizist. "Sind sie Lena Schmidt?", fragte er. "Ja!?", sagte sie etwas eingeschüchtert und unsicher. "Dann habe ich hier einen Haftbefehl gegen sie", sagte er und legte ihr Handschellen an.Die.