Mee tab 16 ke thee B.A first year mee padtee thee tabhee mere mulakat ek din library mee karan se ho gyee. Us din mene bahut tight deep neck top pahna...hua thaa aur college library me books borrow karne gye thee. Vahee par mera class mate Karan bhee thaa. Mee us par zaan chidktee thee par na zane kyo Karan mere shreer ko bahut painee aankho see niharta rhta thaa par kahne kee himmat nhee krtaa thaa.Mee to us se chudnee kee sapnee dekhte thee. Menee turant eek plan banyaavo merea, hath me bahut. I nuzzle into his crotch; my naked chest settles across the edge of his leather chair as I lay my cheek against the denim of his inner thigh. I feel him go hard against my cheek; his massive tool easily longer than my petite face. He feeds me by hand, between taking bites of his own sandwich; his fingertips lingering on my lips. I kiss and lick at them lovingly."What's your name?" he asks curiously, wrinkling up the paper his lunch came in and tossing it into the wastebasket."um. Rachel?" I. Just because you asked Cass, he said. Yeah, right! **** It was nearly evening, and with five hours of drive we were really exhausted. We had planned on sleeping by the road if no roadside inns came by the next two hours. Steffan was obviously exhausted and I was very drunk. Hell yeah baby! Do me like a hurricane, I screamed. Rock me, Steffan corrected. No thanks, you are my cousin, I said cheekily. His eyes darkened but he did not say anything. He passed me a bottle of water to drink. I soon. I need to raise the bowl.” He looked around and saw a box about the right height. He grabbed it and put it under the bowl. This time all the milk went in the bowl.All this time, Tamara remained still. She was torn between being humiliated and being fascinated by the milk squirting out of her tits. “You can’t do this all the time. Besides, it’s getting hard lasting a whole shift at the restaurant without my milk staining my blouse.”“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll look online after we get you.