And I mean "poochute". I could feel a soft log about the size of my finger, and I bet there was a lot more further up. I told her what I felt and she ...ecame embarassed and ran into the bathroom. My index finger had a long brown streak on one side from the nail to the second knuckle. Such a dirty girl. I went to the spare bath to wash my hands but couldn't resist a quick sniff first. Musty, stinky. By 10pm we were both slighty intoxicated and so ready to play. First I massaged her buttocks. I hung up the phone and my door flew open wide. Mom realized I still had my phone and demanded it. I reluctantly gave it up. Mom threatened to call my coach and have me removed from the team. I began to cry and protest. Mom said that would be my punishment for what I did. Then she asked why I did that. I asked "Did what"? She said "You know lick my spit." I said I didn’t know and that I just wanted to piss her off. I told her that she has been driving me too hard and that we were. Her tongue probing deeper as her hand slid down across his stomach. He jumped as she ran her finger nails over his pants, across his hardness. In retaliation to her, he ran his hand over her thighs. Deciding to venture further, he ran his hand up the inside of her tight skirt, parting her legs slightly as his fingers crept further. She was squirming as his hand swept across her moist panties, barely making contact. She gasped as her head fell backwards, revealing her neck, surrendering her. To her surprise, she felt him pushing her legs more onto her back.Her knees were around her shoulders, and her ass was raised like it was on display. “Hey, what are you doing?” was all Radhika could say before she closed her eyes, feeling a pleasurable sensation on her ass hole. It soon started to radiate throughout her body. She had a hard time controlling her moans.“Ahha,” was all that came out of her mouth. ‘What is this feeling, this feels so good. What is he doing to me?’ thought Radhika..