Prakash came next to me, and tried to console me. He consoled me very nice. I was fully in him. I was sobbing. I didn’t find anything wrong in his k...ssing me while wiping my tears. I loved him solacing me.When I stopped crying and composed a little, I responded him with a nice kiss. He took my face in his palms and caressed my face. He looked deep in my eyes, and said, Yogita I love you. I embraced him tight and hide my face in his wide chest. I felt my self in to a real man’s arms for the. Vo ekdm madhosh hoke mere lund ko choos rahi thi. Mjhe to bohot maja aa raha tha. Uske baad usne choosna chhod k apne shorts utare and apni choot mere muh k paas lake boli madarchhod chat ise. Mai b uski choot chatne laga. Vo apni choot mere tounge k flow k hisab se hila rahi thi and upar niche krr rahi thi.Uske baad usne apni choot mere ekdm muh se sata di and beth gayi and fir boli k acche se chat madarchhod. Uski band mere naak k paas thi and mai uski choot chat raha tha. Usne baad jbb vo. It was a panty-pounding that Garima was delivering.I was mumbling incoherently by the time she stopped spanking. She had spanked me into a state of befuddlement. I sat in shock and embarrassment as there was a knock at the door. An Indian guy walked into the room.Garima greeted him and introduced him as the guy with the largest cock in India. He pulled out his 14-inch monster cock. He approached me and slid his humongous cock between my lips. He pushed it to the back of my throat. His cock. I talked to her, losing myself in her eyes, trying hard not to stare and her chest. She was fun-loving, loved to talk to me about her adventures abroad and how she liked to challenge herself. I think even then she knew. The flyer came round for sport's day and I immediately volunteered, knowing at least I could spend some more time with her, even if it would amount to nothing. Seeing her in shorts and a tight t-shirt made it hard. Literally it made it hard. I think she noticed my throbbing.