We laugh and chat, sipping on our drinks. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You stand and walk over to your stereo. Soft music begins to play. You si... back down next to me and I reach over and take your hand. ‘May I have this dance?’ I ask, smiling. ‘Of course,’ you reply, smiling back at me. We stand close together and put our arms around each other. I can smell the sweet scent of your perfume as we sway slowly to the music. We dance cheek to cheek for hours… or perhaps only a few minutes. It. She was patting and caressing my right thigh but I took it as usual without knowing her desires. She kept closing in and caressing my thigh with her soft hands and now I felt something itching in my pants. It was an erection and I could feel it. Suddenly I felt her hands on my manhood and this was a shocker for me. She had out his right hand on my cock and was caressing it. I now knew what she wanted and I too did the same what she was doing. I put my hand on her thigh and caressed her until I. I wanted to fuck her so bad. "You're going to get demerits for this," I said, trying to maintain composure. My phone rang with another text message from my wife. I knew she wanted me. I was ripped, physically strong and my jet black hair stood up in a sweet haircut. I had just finished lifting. Looking at my phone I saw my wife had texted me again. We hadn't had sex in a few days, so I was really bursting with cum and now this little 19 year old who had been recruited from track was tempting. .Mujhe mera lund meri jeans ke bhar aane ke liye chilla rha tha me unhe chusta rha chusta rha or sangeeta ke boobs mere hatho me the vo dard se awaze nikal rai thi aaaahhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh aaaaaarrrrrraammmmm seeeeeee pleaaasseeeeeeeee mai kahan rukne wala tha me bhut tej ragad rha tha tabhi mujhe yad aaya mujhe jana hai bike hai bahar koi aa gya to natak ho jayega isliye maine jaldi se apna 8 inch ka lund nikala or sangeeta ke muh me gussa diya vo kuch soch pati tab tak mera lund uske muh me jaa.