Gand ke vibrator ki to battery bhi khtam ho gayi thi.Birju ne vibrator nikale aur Puja ke baal pakad kar bola, “Kaisa laga randi, maza aya. Dekh jo ...era sath ho raha hai woh teri akad ki vajae se ho raha. Chup chap meri randi bankar rahegi to aisa kuch nahi. Ye sab karke teri asli aukat bata raha hun. Taki bar bar na batani pade”“Birju, please main apki sari bat man lungi. Mujhe khol do mujhe mutne jana hai. Bohut tej lagi hai” “Kholunga to tujhe kal subh, tere mutne ki jagah jarur bana deta. " I stepped inside her home and smelled fresh pasta cooking in the kitchen. The food smelled great. She guided me to the living room and told me to watch some television until the meal was prepared. I just flipped on the news. It was the first channel that popped up. I honestly wasn't paying attention to the tv. All I could think about was Mrs. Taylor. Today she wore a purple blouse that exposed a lot of cleavage, with a black mini skirt. A little while later, Violet called me to the table. We. I cant start from the begining cuz of the u******e thing so Ill start on my 18th birthday.I went to school for half days, then work for the other half. every day I would stop at home; while my parents were at work, and jack off.but not like most boys. most boys would blow their load, wipe it up and be done. That was fine at first but I wanted to be as perverted as I could with my hour of total privacy. See back then, growing up in a small town before internet, I was sure that nobody masturbated. Eventually I managed to sit up and drink some more wine. The guys had stood up and removed the rest of their clothes, they were both very well built and their semi hard cocks hung down low and long. I eyed them both greedily – I still wanted more, and I realised that so did they. Then my mobile phone rang, Daryl took it from the pocket of my coat and checked the caller ID. Dave?, he smiled Dat your boyfriend little slut? The phone kept ringing Kind of I said with a little grin The phone stopped.