“What'd ya do that for?”“What?” I said, holding up my hands.“Turn him down so harshly.” Jean looked at the boy with a sympathetic smile. �...�Look at him; you've crushed him. It's not like he did anything wrong. He just asked you for a dance. You should make it up to him and give him that dance.”The boy looked at me, his brows raised in hope.Shaking my head, I exhaled, “Fine,” and took his hand.He led me to the dance floor, and I have to say, he was quite a dancer. I quickly forgot about his age. . coming..." I grunted."Me ... too..."I shuddered and orgasmed. The first rope of my cum landed on Jean's thigh, the rest dribbled onto my bedsheets. She shuddered right behind me, letting out a mighty scream and then going limp. She almost fell off the bed, but managed to catch herself in time.We were red-faced, frantically gasping for air. Jean grinned at me, or maybe I grinned first. "You look like you've got that down to a science." It's really more of an art," I said. "You don't look like. And she gave a naughty smile and during her stood up, she was facing her back to me, and In shorts and between I saw her ass and a sexy thong style panty, which was not even covering the pussy correctly, the panties were of silk material and of white color. and she said good night and went to her room.I was not sleepy yet, so I started watching porn and searched for term "bhabhi" and started scrolling and one video was featuring model looking like bhabhi's figure and I started watching it, and. It was one of those warm and clear days around the end of June, around the Solstice-day and decidedly comfortable for Northern New Jersey at this time of the year. I reasoned that to be a good omen, having been languishing in a personal slump after allowing mutual lust to cause the lose of the relationship with one of my best and closed friends. Finally I got the energy to take up my friend Andrew's invitation to a two-day shindig he was organizing. Andrew's grandparents had long lived on a.