Bt maine toh suna hai k girls unki boyfriends ko kiss krti hai.. bt tum nhi karogi I know..didi: maine bachpanme teko hazar bar kisses kiye hai…mai:...acha.. kahan kahan kiye the bolo naa… sirf gaal pe hi ya???didi: ya ???mai: ya hotho par bhi…didi: chup hann… tum bahot badmash ho gaye ho…mai: bolo na di..didi; arey baba wo bchpnn ki batein hai.. sab jagah kiye the.. gaal, forehead, neck.. aur hothope bhi.. bchpnn me(abtk didi poori garam ho gayi thi.. chest se khelte khelte wo mere nipple ko b. Maybe there was a divine consciousness or a supreme being sitting on a cloud up there laughing at me. He or she had probably decided that I'd had enough good luck in my life, so it was time to shit on me.Somehow in all of that randomness my iPod managed to play the most un-random song in the fucking universe. I listened as Amy Lee, the earthbound Goth goddess of depression sang about my particular relationship. Actually I was sure that Amy Lee had never heard of me but it sure as hell felt that. Yes!!!! This togetherness thing was working out great!He was left breathless. He wanted to do her like that, over and over, ten times a day! She smiled, and told him it was the best orgasm she ever had, and that she felt so close to him now! He agreed with her, and they cuddled until they went to sleep.At night, Mark woke up, and started to do her again, even as she was waking up. He spent 30 minutes with his nose buried in her this time, and again had the hugest orgasm he could ever remember.. Making sure her mom and dad were busy, Helen parted her legs and hiked her shorts crotch as high as she could. Tight as they were, little more was exposed, but any guy looking would be helpless to stare at her tight, splayed crotch and milky smooth inner thighs.The delay was more than she could have hoped for.The car could only inch forward in line and wait. The guy in the window, pimply faced teen high school student, had to double-take. The girl in the car’s back seat was stroking her bare.