Ramu was surprised. It was Ponni, his good friend Muthusamy’s wife. He had been to their house many times. She was a good woman. Ponni was wearing a...saree. She was not wearing any blouse. Although she had covered her breasts with the free end of the saree, they were quite visible through the thin material. She came up and sat besides Velan. She was sitting at the edge of the platform, with one leg folded and the other hanging down, exposing almost all of it up to the hips. “Lie down on my lap. Main college second year mein thi. Mera bhi man karta tha sab ladkiyo ko gaadi chalate dekh k main. bhi gaadi chalau. Maine papaji se bhot zidd ki k garmi ki chutti mein mujhe bhi sikhni ha car.Agle din subah hi paas k driving school se 1 gaadi aur deiver aa gae. Jaat driver tha koe 24-25 saal ka. Lamba.. Handsome. Main bhi saj dhaj k apni red shorts aur white sleeveless top pehan k ghar se bahar chali gae. Woh to mujhe pehle dekhta hi reh gaya. Maine kaha kya hua bhaiya chalna nhi ha kya. Woh. As she danced and hops, the penis prod more within her, assisted by my weird position while dancing Frug –a movement in the hips. She suddenly began to rock her body back and forth, I could guess she was about to come… and so was I. She had lost coordination here when and wasn’t able to match the music tempo any more easily, or to keep up with the beat, mostly lost in thought about my strokes. I couldn’t take this anymore, got Amelia’s waist and started to bang her. I noticed her eyes shut,. I want them to be the first thing I see upon our return. A. It felt like an electric current spreading through me, leaving me gasping for breath, my thoughts a confusion of images; the Vandermeers closing the door behind them, my sex soaked shorts laid out on the tile. My shorts replaced by me, legs spread, laying before them, on display like a good little slut. Mr. Vandermeer’s hand grasping my hair firmly as he pushes me onto all fours and takes me from behind while Abby, my Mistress, grinds.