.... my story, Chapter 1 … confusedChapter 1 … confused feelings …. Hey all, I just wanted to open my hart and talk to somebody, but I don't hav... anybody I could talk to freely, so I thought I could talk to you allThis is my real life story … all is what I had to face in my long miserable life … no need to lie As I remember …I was a normal k**, in normal family with normal friendsBut there was a little thing, weird feelings...There was that boy (*), a teenager lives in my block, and goes to the. ”“2-3 ghanta pahle hi usse baazaar mein dekha. Uss se baat bhi ki lekin mut puchho yaar jab se usse dekha hai randi ne haalat kharaab kar di hai. Uff kya gajab ki maal ho gayi hai. Anjali beti ke college waapas jaate hi mujhe bataao, main Bibha ke saath apni chhoti Bahu Karishma ko bhi lekar aaunga. Tum unn dono se masti lena aur main Anu ko apni randi banaaunga. “Maine uss se kaha ki Anjali ke college jaate hi usse khabar karunga. Iss Braj ne apne ghar ki kai maal ko mujhse chudwaya hi tha.. After about five to six minutes the main effect started. She became fully excited and was moving her hand over her boobs and was clapping both the legs. I got the signal and without wasting much time I gave her a kiss on forehead. She tried to give me a pseudo push. I hold her hands and gave her a dip lip kiss. At first she tried to resist but after one minute she support it and we had French kiss. Out tongue were locked and with my one had I was pumping her boobs. She was moaning. I removed. “Rita, stop that.” I said sternly.“Then don’t touch me there!”I inserted my middle finger deep inside her. “Where?” I asked, innocent now.“Uh, uh!” she gasped as I curled my finger and rubbed her G-spot. “Inside me! Don’t touch me there! I can’t bear it!”I withdrew my finger and started playing with her clitoris again. Her hips gyrated again; she grabbed my hand and pushed it away. I let her, since we were already well past the point of no return. “Do you want a strip of hair left over your.