To bola didi ap bahut aachi ho mujhe pyar karna h jaise us boyfriend me wo ladka kar raha tha didi bs ek bar kisi ko kuch pata nai chalega,magr maine ...se datt diya us time man to mera b bahut ho raha tha mgr mai dar gae thi kisi ko pata chalega to koi kya kahega fir mai puri rat jagti rahi or sochti rahi bhai paheli bar mujhse naraj Ho ke bahar shofe pe let gaya subha wo jb bath rum me nahne gaya to mai b piche gae usko nahlne ke liya to wo mana krne laga ki aap mat aao bathrum me mgr jb maine. Often, tears would form, as the scolding continued, only to end with a sobbing apology.This lecturing caught young Tim by surprise the first time it occurred, but he soon found himself watching in awe, as the verbal confrontation progressed. He'd watch, transfixed with this stern woman's almost motherly disposition.Tim often contemplated making an error on purpose, so that Tammy's full attention would be focused on him. He felt his young crotch area becoming hot and firm as these thoughts. Flashes of the floodlights used to light the pool poured in from the vents however, allowing us sufficient brightness. The sudden drop in temperature was a welcome release.Still leading me by the hand, she elegantly moved towards the nearest open cubicle, her sandals clicking on the cold hard tiles (all broken, of course). I realised I liked that she was leading the way, as if she had planned this entire meeting out; it set a precedent for who was in control here. I just had to sit back and. I shut my eyelids and imagine the caress of a silk scarf binding my eyes. My breathing changes; my mouth falling slightly open, sharp little teeth visible between my peach coloured lips, a soft pant escaping between them. I bring my right foot forward; my soaked thigh sliding gracefully across my now dripping labia. My left moves squeezing my sex together and causing its sepal like lips to caress the throbbing, hypersensitive, erect, nub of my clitoris. Everything shakes. Everything is motion..