In no time we just pulled each others’ face and started smooching and madly eating each other’s mouth, biting lips, exchanging tongues. She moaned...By then I moved my hands on her love handles pressing them, put my hands in her shirt pressing her lower belly and touching her navel. She was eating my neck like anything with all the kissing sounds.She pushed me back and said, “I can’t go further in a rickshaw, stop it now”Me – “You’ll regret this, don’t stop just make me mad now.”She -“Not here. I was energized. I wasn’t even close to cuming. I wasn’t even breathing hard. I began a steady thrusting of my cock deep into her love hole, while I held her hips and pulled her ass towards me. At first there were the usual muffled moans, as Jill squirmed a bit, impaled on the bed by my manhood. Slowly, as I kept up the steady pace, her moans became more exuberant, and she began to clutch and claw at the bed sheets. I held a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “Do you like that?” I. Mera maal jhadnai laga aur mai us I halat mai raha jab t ak uska maal meri gand mai nahi nikla. Mai usai turant bathroom mai bheja.Aur khud bhi wahi gaya jab mai bathroom mai pahucha to wo kaha ki chal mujhe mutt arahi hai meri mutt pii mai uski poori mutt pi gaya.Uskai baad wo chala gaya.Life yu hi bit rahi thi aur mai sex kai liya din bhar pagal rahnai laga.Kai baar mai apni beti kai sath bhi galat kaam karnai ki koisih karta tha lakin utna ki jisai koi jan na pai .Aab wo dost mere bhoot. 5A Patent Street happened to be a basement flat which didn’t make any sense until Hanson himself explained that the landlord had developed the basement into accommodation after the four floors above. He took my coat, pointed out the good drinks and disappeared.The living space overflowed with people I’d never seen before. They seemed around my age but far more – hippy? Bohemian? I settled for avant-garde, sipped rum and coke and tried to put the ‘excellent communication skills’ on my CV to.