I had not let a man fuck me as I had promised my husband to take my cherry. But now my body burned for man’s touch. I was dying to touch a man’coc... and there was my own father lying uncounscious. I came close to him and with trembling fingers touched the cock. Papa did not move an inch but his cock did. I was thrilled to feel it throb. It was wet from the leaking jism and the wetness came over my fingers. Slowly, I ran my fingers on the forbidden cock till it began springing to life. My own. Next day we took her to see a tamil movie and she sat between me and sara. Suddenly i felt her hand searching for mine in the hand rest. I turned my face to look at her. She had such a beautiful complexion, glossy and her red lips were shining. She turned her head and looked at me and winked. I was stunned. What this girl want, i wondered. I took courage to extend my hand underneath her dupata and tried to touch her boob. She pressed my hand and whispered to me asking to come to her room after. I guessed a C cup under her blouse, about 120 pounds, five feet five inches, and a 34-29-35 figure that asked for a man's hands on it. The shorter girl was just ripening, with promising pert definable buds still in a training bra. Her five feet three inch, hundred pound frame was leggy already and, while more willowly than her fellow student, equally invited male interest. The shorter girl also wore braces on her teeth, unnecessary on the perfect white shining teeth of the older girl.But. She swayed and I caught her in my arms. My hardening cock stabbed her in the lower abdomen before sliding the head up along her belly as we embraced. She cooed, “There it is,” and rubbed her tummy against my dick side to side with a purr of delight. My hands cupped her buttocks and I lifted her against me and then higher as her legs surrounded my hips; my cock’s head nudging at her entry already wet from climax. Her breath left her as she pushed down onto it and I gasped with remembrance of the.