She pushed up her glasses. Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Isn’t that delicious?”“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my cock getting thicker. Longer. “I’m a ...uta.”Ingrid moaned her agreement, her pigtails swaying about her cute face. She nursed on me. She sucked on my mommy-cock with hunger. It was so wrong for me to have this, and yet it felt so right. So proper for me to have this big, throbbing clit-dick. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, my, that’s incredible.”“Mmm, it. Mere dono holes main lund pada hua tha…or dono mujhe tez tez chodhne par lage hue the.Aisa lag rha tha k jaise dono RACE kar rahe ho k kaun NISHA K ANDAR PEHLE GIRAYEGA APNA JUICE..Main to bus dard k maare chilla rhi thi…ANIKET SIR Mere balls se khel rahe the or ARIF mera back pr kisses kiye ja rha tha..15 minute tak RAJ mujhe aise hi chodta raha par mooh main pehle SANDEEP ne choda phir ANIKET SIR NE DAAL DIYA, phir ARIF aa gya phir ARYAN aa gya..Tabhi RAJ ka nikalne wala tha bola chal NISHA. Now” and within a few seconds the door was thrashed open and the fuckers were in shock to see Goldy there with a camera.Priya and I were the students of a prestigious college in Delhi. Priya, 21, with a flaunting assets of 34D-25-35 was surely a matter of discussion among boys. We were college mates and best friends. We have a group of friends in college which includes Goldy, Vineet and John along with me and Priya. We were kind of soul mates, always in our own world. We partied together, drank. I wasn't a somnambulist. I never did stuff like that. Undressing in my sleep--what would be next? Getting naked and going for a drive?After searching through all the bedding, I finally found the shirt on the floor beside the bed. I picked it up to put it back on, puzzled for the moment by all the stiff spots on the cloth. Then my ears seared as memory swept over me. Jesus! I needed to burn that shirt.I rooted through my bag and got a clean t-shirt, exchanged my night boxers for a pair of day.