30hr my god…..If you fuck me like this i will die……..Kavi…….Have a nice night…………& she gone to sleep…….I again start fucking…�...�…..I just holding my come & stop for a min & again start fucking….Even kavi like this…………………..I was banging her, hard and fast.I was on the verge of coming now. I prayed that we both came at same time. One final push and i came. She screamed, “arrghhhh…..Ooohhhh.. I caaaammmeee. Oooouuuii maaaaa….”. She had an orgasm. She was lying there with her eyes closed. I kissed. Mom endured some sounds from my early days that sounded like I was torturing cats, but I quickly found that first, I had some natural gift and second, I LIKED music.Music is a refuge. Music is leveling. You can't fake it. You can't cheat and copy somebody's work. You're standing or sitting there, you, your instrument, a sheet of music, and you perform. Everybody knows whether you're good or less than good. For somebody with a bit of talent and a bit of desire to do well, it is a refuge. My. . oh crap, what was his name? Jim? Tim? Tom? I forget. He sat down on my bed and pulled the covers away."Don't hide. We just want to have a little fun with you." He put his hand on my shoulder and started to pull me towards him. I kinda resisted but he pulled me more forcefully. I didn't mind. The other guys sat on my bed too and soon there were six hands grabbing at me and groping me."Hey! Be nice! I'm tiny!" They kinda laughed at just kept going. One of them grabbed the bottom of my shirt and. Hell I think you could have bounced a quarter off that thing. Gorgeous skin tone and a beautiful face. The only thing I saw wrong was that she was crying as she stormed in. She stopped in her tracks as we all shouted SURPRISE!!!! She stopped looked around puzzled and then ran up the stairs to her room and I heard the door slam.Mom turned to me and gave me that look. The “You go talk to her look”. My sister always called me on the phone for advice and issues at home and such so I knew she would.