‘Why don’t we go to the prom together?’ She looked up at me, blew her nose, and smiled. ‘Go ask a cheerleader. You don’t want to be seen at ...he prom with me. You’ll never hear the end of it. All your friends will laugh at you.’ ‘I can’t think of anyone else who I would have more fun than you. Besides, my real friends wouldn’t laugh at me for going to the prom with my best friend.’ We went to the prom and the closeness of slow dancing advanced to a first date, a first kiss, and our first sexual. She was so wet she was literally dripping off my balls as we fucked, and so tight that I could feel every fold of flesh inside her with every penetration. She moved with the perfect combination of poise, grace, and violent a****l lust, and her perky young tits bounced between us beautifully. Even her kisses tasted sweeter than I can remember another woman's tasting.In other circumstances, I would marry this woman and make love to her for hours on end every night, if she'd let me. There, in. Tab dar k main bahar aa gaya to bhabi towel cover kar k bahar aye main un ko dekh k sorry kaha wo thoda angry look me mujhe dekh k apne room me chale gaye. To kuch week bad waise hi 1 din bathroom me dark me back se gaya un k boobs jan bujh k press kiya to mere hath se un k nipples hardly press ho gaya or wo sssshhhhhh….. aaahhh…. kiya. To angry ho k nude body me mere samne aa k mujhe push kiya to main 1 metal balti k upar gir gaya to kamar pe chot lag gaya or jor se pain hua.Sudden bhabi apne. My mind and breathing raced as I wondered where this was going. My heart was pounding in my ears.Then Pat’s hand moved to the top of the elastic on my jockey shorts. I felt the pressure of his warm hand on my naked stomach as the palm of his hand pressed down so he could slide his flattened hand and finger tips under the elastic that was between him and his goal...my hard, throbbing cock. Then Pat pushed his entire hand past the elastic band into the area of my pubic hair and his warm hand.