I am ready to break for air when you do first. Stopping to reach your hands undermy shirt (yesterday's work shirt, for you). Yourfingers graze higher ...nd I release a moan, knowing what's coming and at the feeling of your hands on my soft skin. You reachmy breastsand another moan escapes my open mouth. Each hand grabs hold of one breast and you squeeze lightly. My back arches against the door and my mouth stretches wide, silently expressing my passion. You take your time torub the areas around. Netmera naam aakash hain,meri age 22 ki hain, aj me aap sab ko apni life me ghati hue is sacchi kahani batane ja raha hoon, hope ap sab ko pasand ayegi.me rajsthan ke ek gao ka rehnewala hoon, ye bat aj se 7 saal pehle ki hai, jab mere pitaji ne muje bombay unki behan jo ki widhwa thi or akeli rehti thi unke waha 10th ki padhai ke liye beja tha.me apko apne bare mein bata doon, me gora chita aur katile badan wala hoon, jo dekte hi kisike mann ma sama jau.ab apni kahani shuru karta hoon me 9th. I was soooo hard. I wanted to gaze at it, grab it, suck it and let my uncle take me; but all that I had the courage to do was to look at it with my peripheral vision, keeping my eyes glued on my mobile phone’s Facebook app.I saw him move in my peripheral vision to come and stand right in front of me. The head of his huge cock was between me and my mobile. I froze. I totally ignored him – like the whole thing wasn’t happening. Then he reached down and hefted his cock until its large, soft tip. And to have the very best one (in my own not so humble opinion, I freely admit) made in her model year, only made it better. The envious glances I was getting from co-workers didn't hurt either, although anyone shallow enough be impressed by the car I drive doesn't interest me otherwise.I savored the building anticipation of the drive home, knowing that this enforced waiting only made the eventual satisfaction even sweeter. And it did!But once I was home the house seemed a cold and empty place,.