I mean hadthem fuck eachother. We still had not deflowered them. I love teachingyoung boys how tofuck, because you know they will be doing it often fr...mthis time on. Oncethey get into fucking games, its all they want to do atthat age. Every dayafter school, they will rush over to somebody's house andfuck. My oneregret has always been that you can't get a young boy pregnant.After I got all the photos I wanted, we were so horny anddripping that wecould not wait any more. I told Cliff to crawl. "Do you wanna blow on my toes?" What?'"Blow on them," she repeated with a grin. "Or they'll take forever to dry." Are you mad at me?" I asked with a hard swallow. "I mean, is this like a fight or something?" No!" Candy giggled. "We're just talking." Oh." You've never talked to a real girl before, huh?" Not like this," I agreed, feeling my face growing warm. "It's kind of ... I dunno." Me too," she sighed and wiggled her toes invitingly. "I never had a boyfriend before." I know." Oh, like it's. In fact, perhaps Rahul too was in love with her, and Raman believed that he was a little disappointed when they were married since he often commented about what a sexy lady she was, and how lucky Raman was to have such a gorgeous creature. The fantasies Raman was having were becoming wildly exciting and he decided to enhance them by teasing Rahul with her charms. One day, a couple of weeks ago, Rahul and Raman were having a beer after work at the local watering hole. When he opened his wallet. To places feeding the pleasure, like her nipple, mouth and cunt. Like ripples meeting coastline and causing a ripple back to the center. Building. Becoming waves. Shorter between them but ever higher, as the gentle fuck becomes something altogether different. Becomes hard and fast. And even the pinching of nipple becomes harsher, bordering on pain but becoming that much more pleasurable because of it. And the tongue no longer needs to feed the stormy seas of her pleasure. Instead she needs it.