I am from Mumbai, and this incident happened when I was pursuing MBA from premier b-school based in Delhi. I use to stay in Vaishali at that time and ...eave early morning for college and return in evenings.Coming to the story, I was in my second last trimester of course, when one day; I got a friend request from an unknown girl on Facebook. Her profile name said Radhika and she was doing BBA from a decent commerce college in Delhi. I browsed through her profile and as it looked new, I ignored it. Do you understand?” You nod, eyes wide, and a little shocked at my tone, but you immediately comply and even before you have me back in your mouth your fingers are buried in your pussy, curling inside yourself seeking out your special place. Both of my hands find themselves in your hair as your molten hot mouth resumes its task. I clench and pull involuntarily at the silken strands as I watch your mouth caress me in time with your hand, and my eyes drop to your other hand which is rubbing. I always remember this beautiful gimmick of the mirror also if at the end i have had a small mockery :-P, but I could not certainly curse our mother :-P, also because if in that moment that my mother had covered me that beautiful vision the luck had turned my back so to speak :-P, little time before of this episode always thanks at the nice tunics for the house of my sister, over to the episode of the best erection of my life namely that she was sitted on a chair with legs nude and white open. Martin Russell had vacated the house when he married Betty Peters. He and his son Matthew age ten, moved in with his new bride and her two sons, Carl Peters, age twelve and his brother Benny, age eight. In exchange for free rent I was to act as night watchman, check the temperature in the greenhouses and make sure thieves didn’t break in. Except for Betty’s monthly inspections of my little abode I enjoyed the quiet accommodations. I was able to make some of my meals and study. Marty let me.