Maine mauka dekh ke, use pakad liya. Main usse French kiss karne laga. Uske muh mein apni jebh dal ke ghuma raha tha main apna ek hath se uske boob ko...press kar rah tha.Wo jor jor se aah aah kar rahi thi. Main uske dhire dhire sare kapde utar diye. Vo mere samne ekdum nangi paddi thi. Wa kya body thi uski, gulabi rang jaise uske boob. Sochte hi mera land abh bhi tan jata hai. Main jaise hi boob chusne lga ton ekdum se excited ho gyi. Wo jor jor se mere sirr ko pakad ke appne boob per hardly. It was so hot, he moaned and grabbed my head, forcing me deep. I gagged hard but he kept going, trying to get all the way in. “Swallow it boy” he said with a hard push. His full length penetrated into my throat, he held me there and slapped my face multiple times, then spat on my face and rubbed it around. He let me go and I gagged off of his cock, a big strand of drool hung from my chin as I gasped for air. Before I had time to catch my breathe he was in my throat again. He stood up and began. A blouse so loose and buttoned so high that it was difficult to be sure that she had a bosom at all. Hardly any flesh on display from her neck to her chest. Or from her ankles to her crotch. Perhaps she was just afraid to show off her body. Unlike Fanny. Or her friends. If you’ve got it girl, then flaunt it. And Fanny had plenty of flesh to show. Her blouse was short enough to show off almost all her proud stomach that overflowed and overhung the tight shorts that pinched at the flesh of her. Not yours. Not anyone elses. Do you understand that? uhh… yes, I guess so. I just need to talk to someone about my mom and my dad and what I am and how I handle it and what I can do with my life. She dissolved into crying. What are you? I asked. Im a pain slut – a severe masochist if you want to use the proper term, but its like a drug. I keep trying for more and more and Im afraid Im going to do something stupid. She started crying again. Then she blurted out, I dont want to die. I just want.