Tumhe dekhkar to aisa laga mujhe.Ha, chhota hi hai yaar…Ek shart par main tumhare saath sex kar lungi…Baatao plz ….Hum anal sex ka maja le lete ...ai, bolo manjur hai?Manjur hai.. Par tum mere saath anal sex hi kyon karna chahti ho?Kyonki tumhara woh chhota hai.Dusre din jab usne chat par kaha ki woh mere ghar par aa rahi hai to …. Main hakkabakka rah gaya…Tumhe mera ghar kaise pata …Usne kaha pahle door to kholo …Maine jaakar door khol diya… Koyi nahi tha.Main darwaja khula chhodkar fir chat. One night when we had a friend round fucking Anne, he was particularly well hung and had a habit of making her have very noisy orgasms, instead of watching and joining in as I usually did I went into the second bedroom where I could see into the garden outside our bedroom.In the light splash from the bedroom windows I could see Harry peering through the windows while he stroked his not inconsiderable cock, as he took in the show, so at least I now knew who our watcher was for sure. After that. "Granny will be pleased. I'll tell her. You'll transfer the fee? " Fiona called as we left.I have to admit that this turn of events disappointed me. After four events I'd adapted to the thrill of the race track, the jeers, the catcalls, and the sheer excitement of the betting. I was still in the novices class of course, but that didn't mean that the orgasms were less. With novices at eighteen as we all were, they were perhaps more explosive than the fully developed men's competition. They were. We were both semi to hard. After a while I excused myself to go to the bathroom wondering if anything might happen. When I returned nothing seemed to have. I suggested that they should kiss (we were young). After a while they did, which was a huge turn on. I watched them kiss for quite a while. He couldn’t resist feeling her tits and M started stroking his cock. I watched while he reached down inside her G-string and started playing with her pussy. Since her tits were free, I went.