My mind was whirling like a kaleidoscope of lust and desire,with every insecure thought, every part of being nervous long gone as I pressed myself clo...er to her, feeling her breasts against mineour legs rubbing together, her damp nylons sliding against my trembling, cold legs.My fingers ran up over her blouse, and I started to carefully unbutton it, one at a time. Suddenly, she broke our kiss and said, "Just fucking rip it off me," her voice full of obvious lust and desire. Her words echoed. Jaise ki mera hi wait kar rahe the. Unhone mujhe welcome kaha mene kaha aap ne mujhe fail kyu kiya? Unhone kaha pehle under aao. Me under gaya. Aur sofe pe beth gaya. Sir ne mujhe coffe aur cold drink ka pucha. Mene kaha mujhe kuch nahi chaye mujhe sirf ye bataye mujhe fail kyu kiya. Unhone kaha kyuki tum bhot beautiful ho. Mene kaha beautiful se apka kya matlab hai. Unhone kaha pehle tum sant ho jao. Me sant ho gaya. Fir unhone kaha kya tum pass hona chate ho? Mene kha haa.Unhone kaha uske. "And you, First Violinist-" headded. "Yes Maestro?" said Karen, looking up. "I will see you in my dressing room when you have packed away your instrument," hesaid, and was gone. Quickly Karen packed bow and violin into the case, snapped it shut and stood.Her bare arms were breaking out in goose bumps, now the sweat was cooling onher, and she shivered as she crossed the stage, then again more violently asshe entered the bare corridor behind and walked along to the dressing rooms.The goose. I loved it, aor maine uska saara cheek pe liya. Vo mujhe abhi bhi havas ki nazron se dekh raha tha.Maine uska haath pakda aor bed par le gaya. Mein apne peth par late gaya aor usse apne upar kheecha, aor usse kiss karne laga. Mujhe uske hairy body, hairy cock bohot pasand aya. Maine apne pair faila diye aor usse ishara kiya mere ched ki taraf. Ussne mere ched par thuka aor uske do ungliyan daal de aor finger fuck kar raha tha, aaahhhhh uuhhhh mmmmm ki siskariyan usko aor uksane laage aor vo.