Bs main badal gya tha ab to roj main raat hone ka wait karta or ab to Gita ne bhi apna door lock karna band kar diya tha 4-5 din aisa hi chalta rha.Gi...a ab mere saath beth kar shaam ko padhai bhi kr leti thi khaskar english or aaj-kal to Gita lahnga blouse hi pahnti thi jisme wo sach me kyamat lagti thi jiske karan mujhe raat ko suwidha ho gai thi ab mujhe salwar ka naada kholne ki jarurat nahi padti thi ek din ki baat h jab maine Gita ko sahlana shuru kiya or lahnga utha kar uski panty par. He let her get a good look at his back and the gun tucked into his pants as he went to the fridge and got a couple of beers out for them. He turned just in time to catch her in his arms after she launched herself at him and held her mouth away from his throat, noticing the sharp little fake fangs she was sporting on her top row of teeth. He held her face in his large strong hand and made sure she was looking as his lips as he peeled them back and showed her his very real, implanted fangs on. Just enough to irritate her and relieve my boredom. The soap was not holding my attention."Quit it, asshole." What?" I asked, as if my hand wasn't just under her sweatshirt, tickling her side.Carla glared, but not seriously. I relaxed my hand against her skin and let my eyes drift back to "Santa Barbara".Her skin was soft, under the sweatshirt, and my mind wandered to thoughts of Carla's tits. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra- she never did when she was at home. She was at least a D cup, and she. My penis was painfully swollen and constricted in my pants, and I shifted to try to ease the pressure. Surreptitiously, I groped Mary's crotch and was startled to find that she had quietly slid her hand into the top of her skirt and was dandling herself and staring at the mutual masturbation going on on the stage. I looked around, and there was much more overt activity underway at other tables and booths. One couple was fondling each other's crotches, the man with his fly open and a short,.