I speed up the pace, you like, your breaths get longer. You spread the thighs then letting me do more waltzes with my tongue, sometimes passing over y...ur little sweet hole. A finger comes to penetrate you ... then quickly I feel that a second would please you. I rhythm my tongue and my fingers, I love your wet is exquisite Christel. You undulate your body, your hands close to your breasts, I enjoy your excitement. Your first words come out: "take me". You stand up, take off my remaining clothes. Until that point, I had no intentions to fuck her as I did not receive any sort of signal that she was also interested in having sex with me.Then we watched a movie had lunch and were heading home. I offered her a lift to her home to which she readily agreed and sat in the car.While driving, I started trying a bit and caught her hand once and played with her fingers for a brief amount of time. When we reached her home, she offered me coffee. I said no first but she insisted. So, I went in with. After months of mourning I decide to get on with my life. Granted it was like there was a piece missing, but I was for the most part happy. I had went back to school and gotten my degree. I had started working on my career and was working my way up the ladder. It has been 2 years since he died and I still feel the pain of it all. I get in my car to leave since the sun had set and start to drive home. When I pull into my driveway, I notice a motorcycle pulling in behind me. I don’t know anyone. 5 ft or 36-30-36 uski size thi or me use dekhte hi madhos hua ja raha tha wo meri taraf dekh kar muskurai or surawat to mujhe hikarni thiOr mene pucha aapke sas sasur kanha pe hai to boli ganv gaye hai fir mene unhe bethne ka bola to vo chair pe beth gayi fir me unhe dekh raha tna to wo boli aap ese kyu dekh rahe ho to mene bola aap bahut khubsurat lag rahi ho to wo sarma gayi or boli ye khubsurti kis kam jab bacha nahi hai or wo imosnal ho gayi fir mene pucha problam kis me hai aap me ya rohan.