Mai use chodna chata tha. Is liye jab mai uske sath kahi jata to use idhar udhar touch karta rahta tha. Ek din hum garden me baithe the to maine khelt... khelte uske boobs pakad liye.. Use mujhse kaha ye kya tha. Maine kaha kuchh na galti se ho gaya sorry. Kuchh din baad ek din hum dono ujjain ghumne gaye. Us din usne sleeveless kurta and jeans pahna tha.. Use dekh ke mere dimag me khyala aya ki iske sleeves se andar boobs ko touch kar sakte hai.. Aur waha se lautate time jab hum bus me the and. After all Katie’s done it enough times.’ Katie was another girl on the set, a little older than Maisie. But what was Maisie saying? ‘What don’t you mind …?’ Emma asked hardly daring to guess. ‘You know, silly,’ laughed Maisie. ‘Mum says she’ll help.’ ‘Help what?’ Dorothy interceded. ‘Help you make love with my daughter, of course! She’s not done it before, but she’s very keen on the idea. She said she thought you might, as she calls it, fancy her, but she didn’t know if you’d ever ask.. I just started writing here (just go along with me and pretend, okay) and this is my first story (okay, knock off the laughing). Anyway, I am head over heels in love with Cynthia. Everyone calls her Cindy but too me, she is my Cynthia. ‘Listen, I have told you over and again, please stop calling me Cynthia. I hate that name.’ ‘I’m sorry, Cynthia. Please forgive me, Cynthia. I won’t call you Cynthia anymore. Okay, Cynthia?’ I think her formal name sounds classier than her nickname and even. Slowly she pulled my top over my head, kissing my neck, nipping the tendon lightly, licking my clavicle, heading down to breasts. Her tongue swooped and soared, tracing small circles over my breasts, drawing my nipple into her mouth, between her teeth. She sucked hard, and I saw stars, the intensity of my building orgasm threatening to burst. I moaned and keened, grasping her lustrous hair in my hands as she slowly sunk to her knees, kissing me all over my stomach, biting lines down to the top.