The men and women who chill my blood are the ones who seem to be in a perpetual state of festering self-hatred. They either take it out on others, or ...hey’re always seeking to be punished and humiliated. My feeling is that, like heroin addicts, they are seeking out their own deaths, whether consciously or not. Your friends will not be like that, I know. You wouldn’t feel any more comfortable with the self-haters than I do. I’m have no doubt that I shall love your friends and I hope they take. Your strong hands cup my breasts and tweak my nipples causing them to grow hard and I moan. I watch your hand descend down my stomach causing the muscles to contract, it feels so good. I feel your fingers massaging my mound and I hear you groaning into my neck, where your lips are leaving a burning trail where ever they touch. I want you inside me... my pussy is wet just from the touching, oh how you excite me.“Kneel down sweetheart,” I hear you say. “Give me that sweet pussy.” I drop to my. God! It was heaven! Touching Didi's breast for the first time was ultimate experience in my life. I hadn't known how long I was fondling her breast. Surprisingly she never objected once, She let me fondle her. It was kick! Kick in the head and in my pant. My older sister was letting me, her younger brother to fondle her breast. I wouldn't have stopped fondling her if mother wouldn't have called up from kitchen. She just let go my hand and went inside. I was so intimated in my first fondling of. Again she resumed to watch serial and suddenly she asked me are you not hungry today?? I was shocked hearing that from and her and was just staring at her..She asked me again are you not hungry today??I told I will always be hungry for you. She called me next to her and dropped her pallu of the saree and unhooked her blouse..The best boobs…So big,young and firm.. She asked me to drink the milk to fill my stomach..I slept on her lap and started to suck her milk. She was moaning slowly and she.