Tum mere husband ka shorts fad mat dena ye thailand ka hai. Fat gaya to gussa karange. Maine kaha nahi fatega. Wo boli halat to Aaisi hi lag rahi hai....Mai b uske barab me ja k baith gaya. Wo boli us din ki party kaisi lagi. Maine kaha bht bhadia or usse b bhadia us din aap. Aap bht hi sunder lag rahi thi. Boli thnku thnku. Fir usne pucha aaj jb aaye the tb achi nahi lagi. Maine kaha us din sexy aaj beautifull. Wo boli or aab. Maine kaha aab to super hot. Usne top ka ek shoulder niche gira lia. I am Jhalak. I am from Shimla. Well, let me start the story straight away. I am a regular reader but never had an ‘event’ to write. I did not want to write a fictional event. Hence, I am writing the real incident which took place in my life very recently.I have been single all my life. It never occurred to me to find a girlfriend. But during my college days, many of my friends used to watch porn. Since I did not show any interest in that stuff, my friends made me watch it (As you know, it. He smiled at me again and said, “Hi, my name is Mitchell, and I've seen you parked here at lunch and after work for the last week and a half. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you looking for some kind of action?”I was a little flustered since I was at that very moment in the middle of an orgasm using my dildo, and at first stunned at his forward comment. It took me a few seconds to regain my composure and I asked in a way that showed I was irritated, “Hi, Mitchell, my name is Sue, and. This was not the first time nervous kiss of the unsure suitor. This was a claiming. Peter was claiming me. Claiming what was rightfully his. It was that simple. I responded to his probing tongue with my wide open accepting mouth and he pulled me harder to his face with the hand on the back of my heads that was not tangled in my hair. While he kissed me he pulled the clip from my hair and it fell to my shoulders. He stroked my hair with his other hand and ran it down past my shoulder to my left.