Baat darasal april ki hai jab main 12 th class mein gaya tha. School ka pehla din tha. Main to class se pehle apne doston ke saath baatein kar rha tha...tabhi maine dekha khi ek mast patakha ladki hamaari class mein daakhil hui.Uska naam tha ishita(jo mujhe baad mein pata chala) . Use dekhar kar to sabhi ka mooh khula ka khula reh gya . School t-shirt mein kya mast mumme dikh rhe the . Aisa lag rha tha ki wo kah rhi ho “aao aur mujhe aur mummo ko chus lo”. Skirt chhoti hone ke karan chalet waqt. What's next you think ? Something you've never experienced . I stand you up hands and legs bound along with your breasts , reaching over your head I pull down a hook on a pulley and proceed to hook it to the breast bindings , a sense of fear runs through but for some reason you don't say stop you want to see where this goes. Gently pulling on the rope your breasts lift and your feel a looseness run through your body , you go up on your toes,,,,,your nipples swell ,,,,, your breasts harden. Marvelous.¡¨ I applause after Anu finished the rhythm, I did not realize that you know how to play the sitar! From the rhythm you play, you must have achieved level 7, the highest skill, is it not?¡¨ Startled, Anu look up, and found that I stand in the door way, dressed in a pair of casual black pants, topped with a simple tight shirt that framed my muscular upper body rather well. She blushed and quickly stands up, places the sitar back to its place and said nervously, I, I did not mean to. She did the same in ma mouth too. As I was a beginner and this was ma first time I cummed in Shilpa’s mouth after 5 min. She drank all the cum and then she moved Fathima and kept her pussy on ma face I licked it and inserted ma tongue into it, she started to moan with pleasure aaah! Mmmaaah!.It made her hornier.Ma little bro started to rise. Fathima took him in her hand. She slowly guided ma penis into her love hole. Both of us moaned.She started to ride me in cow boy style.Shilpa soon cummed.