Maine kaha thik hai or maine apne bike utaye or chala gaya waha gaya to dekha ki seema coaching class ke bahar khade the wo mujhe dekhte hi mere teraf...aakar mere bike par baithe gaye or bole kahi aise jagah chaleye jaha main aapse aaram se baate kar sakoo. Garmi ki dophar me mujhe koi aise jagah samjh me nahi aa rahe the to main use picnic spot lekar chala gaya, waha humlog ek jagah par baithkar baate karne lage seema bilkul mere paas me baithe hue the, ki tabhi achnaak seema ne mere chere ke. I used my fingers to spread the lips, opening her to my eyes. Her fluids covered the labia and my fingers. After playing with her pulsing opening for a long time, I finally dropped my head and opened my mouth. She cried out at the first touch. "I've never done that, I mean had someone do it! I've heard of it, but... Doesn't it taste, well, awful?" she gasped. "A lot less so than some wines, at least to me," I replied. "And it will bring you great pleasure, and that I will do. Now at this point in a virginity story there would usually be mention of bood and crying, nope, did not happen, she did tense up and grab my arms a for a second, then she relaxeda nd we carried on. No blood, no tears.So I pushed in as far as I could and I just sort of stayed like that, enjoying the way it felt and at the same time desperate to fuck like mad and cum as soon as i could.I pulled back then pushed in again, I think it was very controlled of me to do this for at least 20 seconds. I finally pushed the button and hot water began to fill the mug. My hand, almost naturally brushing up my skirt and against my stalkings, began rubbing my pulsing cunt. The feeling was overbearing but I had to stay quiet. With my other hand, I began to squeeze my left breast, making little circles around my nipples, and ending with a slight pinch. Reaching back a little further, I began to put pressure on my ass hole, with my middle finger, over and over. It was just a small thing I did for a.