Phir main bread par jam laga kar didi ka lips ka pass rakha to unho na chota sa chak(bite) lagaya or phir mana phir asa he unha apna hath sa tea be pe...a dee to didi na mujha kaha pehla hum log 1st bath main lain ga us ka baad kuch karain ga. Tab main foran utha or didi ko bata kar bazar chala gaya or condom la aya or condom TV ka pass rakh deya or didi ko god main utha kar apna room ka bath room main lagaya. Wahan par didi na mara sara kapra utar kar mara lan ko dakhna or choomna lagi or phir. “Nah. I didn’t see. All I saw was a lot of blonde hair. Not flowing but like a lot more blonde hair than any of the guys I’ve seen around here.”The latest pop hits began blaring out the car’s stereo, and both girls started singing right along with the teenage craze performer of the week. The identity of the mysterious driver was soon forgotten as they concentrated on hitting the top notes in their karaoke sing-along.“Misty! What are you doing here!?! I told you I was busy tonight and couldn’t. She instantly snuggled up against me and I placed my arm over her shoulders. Watching the city below us, I never felt more at peace. Sade laid her head on my shoulder and I had to ask her. I wanted to make sure she wanted to go out on that limb with me. “Sade, are you absolutely positive that you want to remove our relationship from where it is to a sexual one. Before you answer, realize this much. I have realized my feelings for you. I will never hurt you, baby girl. But it will also be a. I squeeze inside for a second,... two... three...Then we both cry out as we burst together. And again. And again.I move again, grinding onto his cock, feeling the jet against the spot deep inside, each spurt from him bringing another clench from me. Or is it the clench first? They happen together so I can't really tell.Eventually, I feel us both starting to run down. I pull him out and back in slowly, keeping us going as long as I can, but the high of orgasm is giving way.I settle back, sated.