Chandu: what? How?Shruthi: just in msg .. only imaginationChandu: ok.. then comeShruthi: I’m in your roomChandu: to imagine I need some more details.... what are you wearingShruthi: tee and pajamaChandu: ok. Come nowShruthi: I’m coming and lying beside u. Now we’ll sleepChandu: turn towards me and sleepShruthi: nooChandu: ok. I’ll put my arm around youShruthi: ok… Don’t do anything, we’re just friendsChandu: fineChandu: I’m putting my arm around your waistShruthi: hmmChandu: I’m pulling you. Kabhi aap nay dhaka hai apni behan ko kitne piyare lagte hai mottay mottay breast or motti motti hips or thin se kamar . jab zaydaHot hoti hon ge to apni thin se finger say apni chhoti se tight gori choot ko rub karte hon ge jis tarha hum apny lund rub kartay hain .or humare behany be apnay mottay mottay breast ko piyar say slow slow press karte hain or feel karte hain jasay koi admai press kar raha hai ,kabhi apni behan ko sofay yah chair pay sit kartay hoay dhaka hai kitnay arrm say apni. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the. His tongue lapping at my sensitive little clit. I was always mesmerized by the pleasure he provided me. He did it so masterfully. His tongue sliding in and out of my body made me ache and yearn for him. Now he was licking fast and clumsily as if too thrilled to focus. I then felt him withdraw from me and start whining. I looked up to meet his excited stare. I was puzzled for a moment until he started pawing at my thigh. “AH! he wants me to turn over” I thought. I bit my lip and flipped over and.