Jetha: acha hi hua..Daya: kya??Jetha: ( baat sambalte hue) arre acha hi hua k wha pe esa kuch nhi hua. Warna kya ijjat reh jati babita ji ki society m...in.Daya: haan ye to hai.. Chlo utho muh hath dho lo main chae naashta lgati hu..Jetha apna phone uthata hai aur tarak ko phone krta hai..Jetha: gud moning mehta sahibTarak: gud mrng jetha lalJetha: mehta sahib iyer gya.. Arre kuch kriye jaldi… Maine raat se bhut mushkil control kiya hai..Tarak: chlo aadhe ghante mein niche milo.Fir jetha aur. I gave that kid the first handjob of his life. He gave a blank stare and started to moan, as his stiffy pointed straight up.“It won’t really make it bigger Nick; it’ll make it feel really good but I’m not done yet!” I told him. His thin fingers around my thick shaft were electrifying to my cock, and in minutes it was almost a full 7”. I didn’t even have to tell him, it felt great. When he stopped, I stopped. He said, “I really have to go pee!”A thought jumped into my head. Before he ran off. After squeezing out a generous amount, she stood back up straight, swallowed, and pulled her skirt down.“Gonna hit the bathroom and get the rest of this shit out. Can’t have this running down my leg when I’m out there doing my thing – Know what I mean?” she said pecking me on my lips. An ease of the door and a peak out of it later and she was gone. I pulled my pants up, waited around for five minutes, and followed her example – shaking my head with a smile mouthing, wow that happened.*I was. Thankfully, for me at least, the folds in the comforter were doing a nice job of concealing this fact, although she must have suspected. The other reason had to do with Gretta’s flushed cheeks and hard nipples that no amount of plucking at the thin material of the T-shirt she was wearing could conceal.“Was it different from…looking at pictures?”“Oh yes…you have no idea…well, I guess you do. It was…unbelievable…I still…well, you know.”“Think about it?”“Yeah…I still think about it.”“Did you do.