Fir dopahar lunch time hua….. vo muje patte se pakad kar kitchen me le gai….. aur mvo dinning table par beth gai aur muje krush kiya hua aalu ka p...rotha dahi diya me vo niche beth ke kutte ki tarah khane ka try karne laga…. Aur thodi der baad sab kha gaya…. Taklif hui lekin maja aaya….. humare bich koi baat chit nahi chal rahi thi…. Me kutta bana hua tha iss liye me kuch nahi bol sakta tha…. Me 24 hour baad hi insane banne vala tha….Fir usne muje pani pilaya aur fir se muje drawing room me. Joy. Laughter. She knew it was no longer her place anymore and suddenly she felt as though she was an intruder, breaking into the house of a stranger. Her hand shook as she re-opened the drawer of his bedside table, drawing out the buried picture frame he’d stowed away but probably never forgotten. Her brown eyes went to his first, shining blue, staring back at her with that smile, ‘I loved you..’ she whispered, touching the cold glass, feeling that chill run up from the surface through her. Her face, breast and stomach was wet with the piss and cum. Even her hair was soaked. I lean down and I’m sure she though I was going to kiss her. Instead, I licked down one cheek, across her open mouth and on down across her left breast. Hanna shouted” BOBBY, YOU FUCKING CUM SUCKING PERVERT”!! Surprised by her comment, I quickly set up and looked down at her. She had the biggest smile on her face and said” get your sweet tongue and lips back down there and clean me up good. I could. And we LOVED sex. We always flited with our friends and really enjoyed the times when we one would watch the other making out with one of our friends, and while the furthest either of us got was either giving or getting head, or eating pussy or getting pussy eaten; we’d never really had an opportunity to take it to the next level. We always fantasized about it, talked about it but never really went through with it. It was a real turn on for both of us as we had, in the past; watched each other.