You, with your head thrown back, the decorative pillow with your first initial "N" supporting you, as your mouth bites down into the material of your ...wn cotton panties. You, with your nipples stiff and erect, protruding from the curves of your natural nineteen year old teen breasts, with eyes rolled back as if having an out of body experience. You, as you moan into the self made gag, revealing the source of the sound, as your body crescendos into a spasm of ecstasy. You, as the squirt releases. Before I met Mara I'd dated some. But when it came to having sex---my considerably undersized cock wasn't especially inspiring to the women I knew then; and then there was the issue that when I did have intercourse (rare though that had always been), I couldn't seem to 'last' more than a few moments, at the most before I'd ejaculate---and leaving the woman disappointed, and more than a little frustrated. To say the least, I tended to dread the moment when sex was a real possibility, and that,. He had shifted his body forward so he had his left hand right near my left foot and his face was so close to my butt I wasn't able to see it between my legs, but I almost sensed his breath on my cheeks. Then something quite unexpected happened. He reached between his legs and started to squeeze and stroke his penis up and down. Although I had played with myself before, I had never really done this or even thought about it. I quickly turned around and told him it was my turn to look. As I. I immediately let go of my towel, took Shanya in my arms, sat on the bed and put her mouth over my left breast. Now the issue was that I can’t possibly lift Sahil with just one hand and he too was crying. I was wondering what to do, when Kartik barged inside the room.We both were shocked. I just covered my bottom with the bedsheet. I could not cover my breasts as Shanaya was feeding off them. Kartik came through the door to Sahil, all the time his eyes were on my breasts. He took Sahil in his.