Really? Well maybe they aren't women. Maybe they've been abused or hurt or just want to have fun with you. Consider this. You are a tool for a woman s...metimes. If she feels chemistry or a need to procreate or mate or have a good time, you are the one at the right time at the right place. Or maybe not...Women are different and there are and will be discussions until God says the way it is and Her word is final. If you really want to be a friend with a woman on here and maybe in real life, then. Jab ham dono hamara pahla sex karke bedpr ek dusre ki baho mai vaise hi nange pade rahe the aur ham ek dusre ki lips chusate ek dusre ko khub chuma chati arte ek dusre se baate kar rahe the.Vo bhi mere hoth chooste unki rasile jeebh mere muh mai dalte mere hotho pr ghumate lap lapate muze kiss kar rahi thi mai unki bade bade mast bhari huyi boos ko sahalate daaba raha tha unki nipple ko ungliyo k beech lekar masalate marorate unki jeebh choos raha tha.Ab ham fir se taiyaar hone lage vo abb mere. She frowns at the phone screen. Why is it funny? Loni hears the bing outside the back door. She opens the back door to see Liam standing in it. He walks in. She tosses her phone onto the counter. “That was fast,’ she says with a smirk.Liam grins. “I might have sort of run back over here.” He looks over to the stove. “So, you didn’t say whether or not you could hold off the food.”“No, I didn’t,” she agrees, knowing that they won’t be getting to the food any time soon. Loni boosts herself onto. I don’t know if it’s the drink talking but I have never heard Emmy talk like this before. For the briefest of moments the whole pub comes back into focus as I look around hurriedly to see if anyone is looking. No-one can see us. I lean forward as instructed and I can feel Emmy’s cool hand trace across my exposed cheeks and her finger starts tracing a line down the Lace where it meets my skin. Her hand is now fully down the back of my Jeans and I pop the top button to give her.