"I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans and let them and my boxers fall to the floor. My cock was fully hard and already leaking pre-cum, Kath cooed.I the... proceeded to slowly wank myself off whilst she sat back on her sofa. After a few minutes, she unbuttoned her blouse and started massaging her own tits as she watched and then when her hand went down to her panties, it was all too much. I knew I was going to shoot my load. I took a couple of steps forward and my spunk shot out, landing plum on. And he was trying to get the chords right. Chords. Not cords. Not cords you can use to hang on drapes or cords you can use as tassels on lampshades. But cords you could use to kill yourself with. Your own private garrote. Your own private false fantasy world comes true. But the music he made, he had to keep that in mind. So he pressed the Chords. And he tried to think what he had said before. He tried to think the long silences were his chord strokes having an effect. Not that he particularly. Inhi baton mein hum ek doosre ke badan se lipat lipat kar pata nahi kya kya kar rahe the. Bas kuch Na kuch pakda pakdi masla masli choosa choosi chal rahi thi. Aakhir maine kaha, “Raani, ek baar kehna padega. Sirf ek baar. Please.” Poochne lagi, “Kya kahoon jeeju ?” Maine maza lete hue kaha, “keh do ki mere bur mein lund daal kar chod dijiye na.” Usne sharmmane ke andaz se kaha, “Chodiye na, jeeju. Aur mat tadpaiye.” Maine bhi dekha ki ab jyada der karne mein risk hai. Maine apna lund uske bur. At first it bothered me a bit, but now, I have gotten used to it. One day, I was sitting in the girls' changing room, and the prettiest girl I had ever seen walked in wearing her short, green hockey skirt and switched on the shower. She hadn't noticed that I was there in the corner gawking at her stupidly as she undressed and stepped in the shower. I stood up and slowly and quietly tiptoed over so I could have a closer look at her in the shower. She was so gorgeous. Her name was Alicia Dickson.