The only way we were able to accomplish the feat was with her on her knees and me behind her. In this position Fatema usually stood behind me and assi...ted by caressing my buttocks and my testicles while I slid in and out of the soft, wet sleeve of Raaji's body.As big as she was, I still enjoyed sipping the nectar of her vagina. When she was younger, she would sit on my face while I tasted her juice and Fatema would nurse on my penis. Now, the only way to enjoy my favorite beverage was for her. Screw the look, I just loved schoolgirls. Her shirt was a blue to match one of the bright blue shades in her skirt, and had a deep V to show some awesome cleavage. She was scowling at me with her arms crossed around her school books. "We're going to be late again." Her voice oozed venom as it left her dark pink lips. Her cheeks were blushed a pink to accentuate her sexy lips and she blinked her long eyelashes as she stared at me with her gorgeous, green eyes. That day, she wore her long, dark. On that day, I was wearing white T-shirt and green shorts and no underwear.Sheela, as usual started wiping the floor with a piece of wet cloth. While wiping, Sheela lifts her saree till her hips so that it does not get wet. However, her petticoat will always be down (covering her legs)which prevents me from watching her sexy legs. On that memorable day, while Sheela is wiping the floor with a piece of wet cloth, one of her friend who is a lady of 25 years old came to my house to talk to her.. He slid all the way out of me and popped back in with his swollen head. It had gotten even bigger. I started to let go and let my moans out when the washer stopped. “Start it over.” I panted. “What?” “Start it over so they can’t hear us!” I demanded. He slid a hand off of my hip, started the washer up again and then slid it back on. The room was getting even hotter and sweat was all over my face, neck and breasts. I needed out. But this was too good. He then turned me around, sat me.