“Hi, Sonal! How was the flight?” I asked.“Oh, it was alright. A bit tired,” she said. We hugged. I almost felt a shiver. “Do you want to hav... a cup of coffee?” I asked. “Maybe later, just want to get some rest,” she said. Well, without further ado, we made it to the taxi stands. There she was with me, holding my hands inside the taxi. After months of phone sex, there she was with me finally – the first real date with the brunette of my dreams. I might sound like a perv, and maybe I am one.But I. I took a deep breath. These girls were too young, and I couldn’t involve myself without hurting at least two. I doubted all three wouldn’t end up hurt. I doubted I wouldn’t end up hurt.“Sorry about your blah night. Coffee at 3. Play Grounds.” I texted and sank back into my chair. My phone immediately started buzzing.I ignored the “Oh my god! Hey!!!” and every text that came after her second text: “I don’t drink coffee .” Why would she type ‘sad face’ when there were perfectly good smileys, I. To my luck, I happen to bump into her in the laundry room in the basement of the building where there are not many people present, only the ones who want to use the laundry room. I loaded my clothes and the timer started with 50 minutes. The laundry room has a sitting area with a T.V. and a small couch good enough for three people to sit and she was sitting there with a book in her hand, her right leg placed on her left leg and she was leaned back wearing a cute pair of spectacles. She was. & to stop me she caught my wrist by her right palm, Now her left boob was open so I took the oppoertunity & squeezed it badly.. My friend was enjoying it..silently.I did not stopped and started finger fucking her…. Leave me…..pleasse….. PPPlllllllllllleaaaaseeeeee……lleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavveeeeeeeeeeeeee ………….meee she shouted.But instead of pushing me away, my friend looked on my lund and commented – dear he has perfect lund, lund as you like most. See what a big lund like a danda ( rod.