Main bhi fir se chudna chahti hun.Usne lund ko saaf kiya. Fir mujhe kiss karne lagi. Maine uske boob pakade aur fir thodi der chuse to woh fir se gara... ho gayi. Usko seedha litaya aur uski chut mein lund daal kar chodne laga.Geeta – Oh yaaar bahut bada fucker hai tu. Dekhne mein itna sharif hai. Oh yaar maza aa raha hai meri jaan.Maine usko thodi der choda. Fir khada ho gaya. Uski taang pakadi aur bed ki ek taraf le gaya. Usko maine doggy style mein le liya. Geeta ki chut par lund rakha. Uski. It felt so good. It didn't produce a hard on, but it was damn close. I pushed the shift lever down into first and slowly let off the clutch.What happen next I can only compare to is swimming. If you know how to swim, and was pushed into the water, something just kicks in and you start to swim. I believe the correct term is "muscle memory". Somehow knowledge is embedded in your DNA where you don't think about it, you just react. I found the same thing happening riding the bike. I don't know why. A few hours later Tim came back from work and he took me out into the city. First, he bought me a new phone with a Czech number including credit so that if I needed to call him, I could. Then we went to a Vietnamese restaurant where we had pho. It was almost like being in VN.Then we went for a small walk, followed by watching a movie in the cinema. It was already late in the evening when we went to the Charles Bridge. Right in the middle of the bridge, I decided to give Tim a kiss. It was so. As I began to read, I finally, finally, slipped hand into my skirt. I didn't let myself touch my clit, not yet. But I squeezed my pussy's lips, softly, gently. A few short hairs tickled my fingers, and a slight wetness already sliding against my fingers. A soft longing began lower down in my vagina, but I wasn't going anywhere near there yet. The man in the story got an errection, long and hard. I pictured my own man, a fantasy guy, hardening up from the mere sight of me. Unrealistic, yes..