Her tits looked so big and soft and inviting. The more I thought about her and them the more excited I was becoming. I knew it was wrong but didn’... care. I closed my eyes and imagined myself sucking on her nipples whilst putting my hand between her legs touching her soaking wet teenage pussy. I finally finished my coffee and went back to the bathroom by which time I had a large swelling in my trousers which was becoming uncomfortable. I decided the put the thoughts out of my head and. Curiously, I only smelled his cologne and nothing else.After that night he always brought someone home at night and they would leave in the morning. It seemed that all these girls were madly in love with him, because they would call him names like Master, Sir, Lord or Daddy. On the other hand, John would always call them bad names like bitch, slut ,cum dumpster or whore. I found new names every day for both the girls and for John. For some reason I liked to repeat John's names in my head as he. Woh peeche se Neetu ke badan par eklaoti bachi short ke sire ko pakda aur kheech kar neeche utaarne laga.Neetu sharma kar muskurati hui mujhe aur Amit ko dekhi. Fir boli: Bhawna, ab to mere pati poore nange hai. To fir tumhare pati kaise shirt pehne hue hai?Main mud kar Amit ko dekh boli: Are haan, baat to usne sahi kahi.Ye kahti hui main Amit ke god se uthi aur uske shirt ke collar ko pakad use apne sath khada ki. Amit ki aankho mein dekhti hui main ek ek kar uske shirt ki button kholne. She turned to go into the locker room but stopped just before she made it to the door. "George, can I ask you something?" Uh, yeah!” he said a little too enthusiastically.She paused, like she was trying to figure out how she should ask it. Finally, she looked him in the eyes, and asked, "Why can't more guys be like you?"He thought for a moment, and shuffled his weight before answering. He had the feeling she wasn't flirting with him, and needed a real answer. Finally, he said, "Because if.