Par kya dekh rahe the?” maine un teeno bahano ke chehere dekh kar unki man ki bat pahachan lee aur unse pucha, “mai jo kuch bhi t.v. Par dekh rahe...the, kya tum log bhi dekhna chahogee?” Teeno bahane ek sath apni apni sir hila kar hami bhar dee. Maine phir t.v. On kar diya aur sab log palang aur sofa par baith kar blue flim dekhne lage. Mai ek sofa par baitha tha aur mere bagal wali sofa par Vimla aur Sarla baithee thee aur palang par Kamla baithee thee. Udhar maine dekha ki blue film ki chudai. He had not done any of those things her mind had conjured up and she was slightly disconcerted at his ambivalence. She was too nervous to lie down and instead sat in the only chair the room provided and wished she were somewhere else. He had been so quick she hadn’t even seen how bad the cut was, which she surmised must be on his leg, and wondered if he was in pain and if he could ride. She decided she didn’t care and could be as indifferent as he had been with her. The door opened and she. I was really getting into the theme, dressed in suspenders and thigh high cut diamonds, making my long legs worth the upwards journey to my wet cunt, and beyond to my tits, where my hardened nipples stood out begging to be sucked, just touching them made my pussy seep more lubrication. I was so bad on his last hitch I ordered Pizza, and was so nervous when the guy arrived I could feel my pee run out of me and down my legs, which shook causing me to drop my purse, I knew I was moments from. Lastly, I showed her the room that I shared with my brother. My room was a typical teenage boy’s bedroom with two twin beds and car posters on the walls. As we stood there checking out my room another loud crash of lightning sent her right into my arms. I held her tight and kissed her again. "Where's your brother", she asked and I explained that he was at his friends and would be gone all day and that he certainly wasn't going to ride his bike home in this storm. "Good", she replied and stepped.