Those who haven’t read earlier parts of the story, please do so before reading this part. Please email me your feedback at Alright, without further...ado, let’s move further into the story about As they were smooching, Nisha held Sameer’s throbbing cock in her soft hands and said to him – I can’t wait anymore. I need this monster inside me now. Sameer looked at me. I smiled, opened the table’s drawer, took out a packet of the condom, and handed that over to Nisha.Nisha said – Jaanu, is this. " Matcha ice? What is that?" You have never had it? It's so good. Popular Japanese dessert." Oh, is that what you were looking up on your phone?" Yes. I know what I want." More than just dessert, I think!"She laughs a bit. "Yes, if you mean sex. My pussy is wet now, buying condoms and thinking about what sex things to do tonight!" I know the people beside us walking the same direction are listening."And you're going to make me hard, talking dirty like that." I don't care if people hear at this. At lunch I told the other guys what had happened and no one believed me. Shortly after that I graduated high school and I know that principal Larry was glad to get rid of me. I stayed at home and went to a local college so it was nice to still be able to see all of my friends. There was one day though that quickly became the best day of my life. It was a blazing hot August day and school had just started back. I was nineteen and at a gas station in town waiting in line to pay for some gas. Yes I promise.”I handed the phone to Al, and looked with guilty eyes into his. He didn’t look judgmental. He looked like it was no big deal. He led me to some more clusters of bodies and introduced me to each, and everyone raved about the great food. My spirits were lifted and I started to feel good again.Another group, and here a man said, “Kathy, is that you?”I said, “Yes.”He was a black man but his skin was more like milk chocolate. He looked like Cuba Gooding Jr. with a nice round face and.