Kya dili …Tum bi barish mee …..Haaaa….Or jb vo mere pass aaii to oske top me jo oske boobs the saff saff onka size dikh rha tha or mumme gille h...ne se oske nipple bi sakth ho gya or osne bra nhi phni thi or je dekh mera lund hard ho gya.Jo phle se hi transprant tha underware me.Jese hi oski nigah niche gyi dili ki eyes khuli ki khuli reh gyi.Mera lund abb tambu bna chuka tha main sab janta tha ki wo mera lund ko dekh rhi he.Mai normal rha.Jese muje kuj nhi pta.Dili to lund ki or dekh rhi. The following week, I was in turmoil again, thoughts running through my head a million miles a minute. I mean, what was I doing? I knew, or rather thought, it was wrong, you’re not gay, I kept telling myself. Karen and I had a LOT of sex that week. Maybe I could fuck this out of my head, I guess I thought. Still, my brain always went back to how good it was; the incredible explosive orgasms. When Karen went down on me, I found myself wishing it were John, or at the least wishing she were as. "Do boys bleed down there, too?" When everyone laughed, she gave all of them a very annoyed glare."No, sweetheart," her mother responded. "What Jake is speaking of is getting an erection. A boy's penis is kind of like a balloon. It is usually small and limp, but when filled with blood, it swells up big and gets rather hard." Ewe, gross," the thirteen-year-old responded."Not at all, you don't see the blood, and it won't pop open and spray blood everywhere. If you didn't know, you'd think it was. She just hugged me and asked me to call her as maa. As i called her by maa she hugged me very tightly and said ‘bholo beta’ (say son). I was very embarced by that tight hugg bcoz all of her family members are in home. I gently tried to get free from her hugg, she tightend the hugg and said that pls dont leave me, i wanted to hugg u for more time. I told her that all the other family members are in home if they saw us in this situation they might mistaken us. But she told that hugging is very.