Swallowing hard, Sarah managed to push out a response, slowly at first, but building to an unceasing stream of words as she found a semblance of confi...ence.“Jane please, oh my god, Jane, fuck. Please show me your tits, they’re so fucking nice and I need to see them, Jane please, please, please-”Jane smiled wide, hooking her fingers under each arm of her dress and pulling it down over her dark lace bra, the material clung tightly to her, framing the delicate softness of Jane’s prodigious chest,. I try to look down, modestly, to still my beating heart, to stop the flushed blood rising in my cheeks. I cannot bear it! I get thrown into such a hysteria. I had the misfortune to be born on St. Valentine’s Day — 1844. A well reared and educated girl, I of course do not look for any foolish lace and paper cards decorated with cupids and the like on The Day. I content myself with a small family party to which Mama may invite one or two of my friends from school. I just know she will invite. I felt the heat of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to give me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in things which, of course, I didn’t.I wish I had words to adequately express how much I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room rush to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer sensual overload. A high school girl had just sat on my face! A dream had just come. To chalo tumhe massag sikathee hun or tumaha test bhee ho jayega maine thik hai.Phir wo mujhe lekar apne bedroom me gai,wahan jakar boli pahele apne kapde utro maine ab sab kuchh samajh raha thha or khus bhee thha maine apne kapde utre bas underwear pahene rakha.phir wo apne kapde utar kar bed par bethh gai or boli apna panies dekhow main thoda hichkachya wo aage hokar apne hath se mera underwear neeche kiya or mere panise ko hath main lekar aage peeche kiya or kaha ise bhee utar do maine vaisa.