Like that it goes on…..One night she asked me to cal her I called her but she havenot lift the call I tried 2 times but have not lift the phone.Then...I messaged her why shes not answering the call sheet said I kept the phone in vibration and inserted in my pussy. I got very horny and replied I want to fuck you. She said I too want your cock. Then next day she came to my city kakinada and called me.I went to meet her and I saw her for the first time. And when I saw her my cock started raising. She even played against men who were good and handily beat the pants off them when she was even much younger. As she grew up, she’d play against champions of area golf clubs and began to overcome them. ‘How can she do that? She hasn’t any apparent strength. She has that thin frame and no obvious sign of power’, many men would say. Others said it was hidden. When they said it, other conversations would light up around the clubhouses afterwards how she was able to do it. So how does she do what. She then peered inside the room where the moans were emerging from, then hid behind a curtain.What she saw made her gasp. Marina was arching her fingers up into her pussy, gasping Misty's name over and over.Misty bit her lip and shoved her hand down her panties, pumping three fingers inside her pussy lips, her fingernails scraping against her silky walls.After a few minutes of watching her masturbate, Misty was on the edge of cumming, so she shimmied off her skimpy lace panties and balled them. I felt my virgin hole stretch and protest as the hard tool probed deeper, forcing its way inside. "Art cannot be confined to the realms of normality", my teacher advised, "you must welcome the obscure and embrace it." I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut, willing this discomfort to be over. But then the strangest thing happened; I realised that I was enjoying the motion. It didn't feel so bad. In fact, it felt really dirty and horny. I realised that I had started gyrating and thrusting backwards..