I came up behind you and took your hands. I pressed them upon the tiles and made sure that your forearms were supporting you. then I gently opened you... legs with my foot. The sponge was then brought around your front and gently started to soap your breasts. My fingers teased and played with your nipples as the water washed the soap away. Your breathing became heavier again. Falling to my knees, I gently started to wash in between your legs, clearing out the juices of our lovemaking with the. Now he knows what to do and what not”, another friend of Akhil said.Arjun zipped his pants and all of them gave tough looks and went out of the washroom.For the next few days, the same thing used to happen in the washroom.One of the five friends used to come to me and ask me to unzip their pants. Once I do it, they used to go and piss and come back. I used to zip their pants again.The first time, it was quite embarrassing, a couple of days later, I had started liking it.I had started watching. Lana Catus, aptlynicknamed "Wildcat," picked up a third drumstick with her tail, adding athird drumming arm to the mix. The untamed, aggressive manner with whichshe raged on the drums belied her skill and dexterity. She was theskimpiest dressed, performing in little more than embellished underwear;her barely-there bikini top seemed in attendance more as a formality thanto cover her modest chest. Two poofy ponytails, dyed bright pink today,matched her raucous appearance as they flung about with. He moved his hands languidly up the sides of her legs as his tongue probed her thighs, pushing her dress up in the process. She grasped a fistful of material on her belly as if that would prevent her dress from rising or stop the progress of his tongue, and she groaned softly when his nose touched her bare labia. He knew that's what it was touching. It had to be. Pliant, moist, softer than a cloud. He twisted his face quickly and ran his tongue over what his nose had touched. She didn't have.