Vaishali mujhse puchti bhi thi teri gf hai kya main na bolta tha (pata nhi kyu koi bhi mujse puche gf hai kya main na hi bolta hu ya hasta hu bas aada... ho gyi gf ho tabhi bhi) jis karan wo mujse aur close hoti gyi, muje acha lagta tha par main aage nhi badta tha, mujhe meri gf ko dhokha dena achha nhi lag rha tha, kyo? “Love bhai kar ke dekhna”.To maine socha mere friend ko kyu na pata ke du, kyuki wo use like karta tha humara group tha friends ka aur hum 7 the 3 girls aur 4 boys, waise. It was usually packed with undergrads on the weekends, but this was Tuesday and summer when most of the students had gone home, so it was bound to be relatively quiet.We got into my old red Ford pick-up, and drove to the restaurant. Abby pouted for a few minutes because I wouldn’t allow her to screw around with my radio, and forced her to listen to old geezer music like the Stones and Fleetwood Mac. But she quickly got over it, and by the time we got to the grill, she was back to her usual. Miriam makes her first and second wishes and they are fulfilled beyond her expectations. Miriam put her cell phone down on the small glass-top table and picked up her wine glass. She stepped to the edge of the balcony, leaned against the marble balustrade, and gazed out over the city below. A cool Manhattan breeze ruffled her robe and brought goose bumps to her flesh, still damp from her morning shower. Usually calm and relaxed, she made a habit of drinking her wine in slow measured sips. The cock slowly entered Cora’s vagina and she let out a long sigh. If Caleb had asked her why a sigh and not a moan she would have told him that she had been looking forward to that moment ever since he had mentioned them playing games with her naked body.In and out went the cock, slowly increasing its speed until Cora didn’t think it could go any faster. She started pushing her butt back each time that the cock pushed into her so that she could get it to the maximum penetration. Like Caleb’s.