Unfortunately, they were stopped when Mom grabbed my hands with hers and leaned forward, pushing them down onto the bed next to my head, and said, "No...touching, remember."I stayed quiet as Mom started to rock her hips back and forth slowly and moaned, "Oh, this might not have been a good idea."I just groaned, "Oh god, mom, this feels great." Shhh, don't talk," She whispered as her hips ever so gradually began to move quicker.My breath heaved as her tempo built. But then I noticed Mom's breath. He was pondering over more revision homework but his mind was certainlynot focused on it. He ran his fingers through his hair, as he often didthese days. He certainly wanted it longer and wasn't going to fight it.Again, thoughts turned to Kelly, who was all for his hair growing andher parents who would certainly oppose it, thanks to their homophobicbeliefs. He tried picturing himself as a girl and found it not asintimidating as it had been. Still, the thought of people staring andmocking at him. I held my breath for fear of tipping my neighbouring patients of something unto wards happening. Although I was not able to stifle a moan as her tongue lashed the underside of my cock and she slid a finger up to my anal ring, lightly scratching it with her nail sending tremors of excitement racing deep within my cock.I suddenly placed my hands behind her head and pushed it down on to my cock as my spunk erupted into her eager mouth. Jo swallowed every drop and even licked her lips when she. Mere dil mein aaya ki main usko lift de du lekin main majboor tha apni reputation ke karan aisa nahi kar paya. Tabhi ek bus aayi jis mein wo chadhne lagi lekin bus mein bahut jyada bheed thi, maine dekha ek ladke ka haath uske breast par dab gaya. Maine himmat kar ke usko awaj lagayi ki Niharika aa jaao main tumhe chhod dunga. Wo aayi aur boli ki sir main chali jaungi maine usko bola ki tum bheed mein pareshan howogi aao main chhod deta hun. Wo mere scooter par beth gayi. Main roz ghar jaate.