After introducing me to everyone, my mother hadn’t hovered and had let me mingle as I wished.But then I heard the voice. It was his voice, except it...sounded like the whispers that came from the forbidden glass case. The veil grows weak as the witching hour approaches.I couldn’t resist that voice when I heard it in my waking hours. For so long, I had only heard him in dreams, and my heart thundered to the sound of him speaking in my head. I left the ballroom, quietly skirting my mother so she. He took the cum and licked it and cleaned ourself and went to bed these are the incidents happened in the 9th standard in the next year I changed my school as every one is commenting me as gayThe same incidents happened many times in 10 and intermediate also with three friends names Seshu, Abi, Gowtham but in the incidents I never crossed certain limits like dick sucking, ass fucking etc then a major experience is in my Btech all of us know that we read only on the day before exams only one my. Giving him a playful hit on the head, I went to the kitchen. In the kitchen, for the first time, I started to see Jamal as more than just a friend. Thinking about his sexy body in his cute work uniform, I felt my pussy moisten. I ran my hands over my nipples and they had gotten hard again. I had to stop, Jamal was just my friend... nothing more. I poured us some more wine and went back to the living room. Jamal had turned on the tv and was sprawled out on the couch. “Get up ugly, I want to. I love watching it from above, I always have. I put my hands on my hips and arch my back a bit and enjoy your effort. I help a little bit moving myself too, at your rhythm. It's nice this way but I want to have the control again. I firmly grab your hips, and with one rough thrust I let you know your turn is over. I am taking it from here.One hand holding the rein and one hand on your waist. I rest one foot on the same red couch, which gives me a better angle and more strength to fuck you. And I.