Or der gaya.wo dobara so gayi phr me nay hath andr dala or mamoo ko dubaya or muth(mastrubating) marta raha or me farig ho gya.or apnay room me gya.me...nay aisa bht baar kiya…kbi us ki bund dba k muth marta kbi us k mamoo ko dba k muth marta laikin yes us time krta jub wo so rahi hoti thi.us ko b shayd peta leg chuka tha.wo b mazay leti ho muje is baat ka pata nahi…aik baar me aise he us k room me gaya to wo he sub kuch kernay laga daikha uski shlwar phuddi(pussy)per say phati hoyi hay mje nahi. I was getting aroused by her sexiness, but I tried to control myself. I didn’t know what she wanted to talk to me about. I was sitting on a chair and was waiting for her to start.She pulled another chair closer to me, poured another glass of wine for both of us, and offered it to me. I gladly accepted and started drinking. We talked about general things while we finished our drink.After we finished our drink, she moved further closer to me. Her closeness and wine started having an effect on my. "What?" I said."Don't you remember?" Vicky said. "What you said about a ride?" No." You asked Mom and Dad if you could use one of their vehicles. You said your bike wouldn't work for all three of us. Then you said 'I wish I had something bigger.' Well, you got your wish," she said, pointing at the new truck."OK. So why the fists?" Because we knew something was going to happen the moment you said it last night," Bev said as she squeezed me."You don't know how hard it was to keep quiet when you. "I-I'm sorry, I..." he bumbled. His face was flushing red, and he turnedaway. It gave me a chance to really look at him; his strong, broadshoulders, his messy cropped brown hair, his lean torso taut from his t-shirt."You're really handsome," I said, as if ruled by instinct. He turnedback, still uncomfortable, but flattered. I smiled, and he seemed tolighten up some. My grip loosened one last time, and the blanketcompletely fell to the floor.He couldn't stop from looking. All of my curves,.