Stories phd kr krti huLove: achha kaisi stories pasand hain?Ankita: hr typ kiLove: matlab kis type ki jyada?Ankita: mujhe typ ni pta bs phd leti huLov...: matlab incest ya servantswali ya office wali ya neighbours wali?Ankita:sbbs acchi honi chahiyeLove: meri story kaisi lagi?Ankita: acchi thiLove: par maine usmein kuch bhi gande words use nahi kiye kyonki jis time ye sab hua us time tak mujhe is baare mein kuch bhi nahi pata thaAnkita: ok..Love: kya aapko aise words bolna ya sun na pasand. Tyler is in seventh heaven thinking, 'Oh, my god. Rebecca can’t stop smiling. This is going so wonderful. I can't believe it.' The car stops and the door opens. He steps out and extends his hand to Rebecca. She feels like a princess. She takes his hand as he helps her out of the car. He smiles proudly and extends his arm. “Shall we, Rebecca?”She takes his arm. “Yes, Tyler.”Tyler walks with his chest puffed out thinking, 'I have the most beautiful woman tonight as my date.'As they reach the door. Dieter and I had cuddled for a few hours. Ithad been wonderful to feel so full with his cock up my ass. There had alsobeen something erotic and relaxing about the way his hardon had gone downinside me.At some point during our snuggling my wig had fallen off and he had beenable to nuzzle my ear and neck. I had sighed and he had seen this asencouragement because his hand fondled my nipple through the material ofmy bra before lightly wandering down my belly. When he had touched my semierect cock I. “And what do I think?” he said softly. “That I’m…..um….loose!” His hand slid upward again, coming to rest at the junction of my thighs. With an evil grin, he said, “I’m thinking just the opposite! I bet you’re tight, actually.” He snickered at his little joke. His fingers pressed against the fabric of my panties. I prayed that my dampness hadn’t soaked them, but I was wrong. “What’s this?” he said pressing his fingers against the front panel before withdrawing and bringing his fingers to.