Rhti thi jo ki kafi adhed umer ki thi dusre room me ek male koi 48 sal ka hoga wo rhta tha or teesre me mai mera room gali k bilkul samne tha or saamn... waale ghar me 2 bhut hi Khoobsurt si meri humumer ladkiyo ko aksar m jaate dekhta tha wo kon h m nhi janta thasath hi shayad unki mom jiski umer 36 sal k aas pass thi par uska shrir itna gatheela or bhra poora tha ak aksar gali k ladko ko m uske chrche krta sunta tha jb kbi bhi m chat pe baithta rat ko wo bhuto k dilo pe churiya chlati hui chlti. That has always fascinated me for some reason. To hold and play with it just excites me and then I want to do more.I also absolutely love it when they play with me too.So it seems that I’m just a girl who enjoys sex and fucking as much as boys do. Maybe even more so?The question I have is why does society point fingers and call a girl like me a ‘slut’?That word has a very negative connotation to it. So I ask you, isn’t that kind of un-fair? I mean, there isn’t a ‘male’ equivalent to the the. He lowered himself besides her, afraid to speak. His heart pounded loudly in his chest. Never before had he been so fearful of reprimand. His luck may have lasted thus far, but even he would not blame her for screaming if she so chose. For once he could admit to deserving it, and her silent acceptance of his presence was unnerving.The sky thundered, lighting up as lighting flashed high in the clouds. It struck him as extremely unwise to be in their positions, so close to water."We should go. Hey why not film myself jerking off, I thought, and I set my camera up and stood in front of it as I continued jerking off. Then the shit hit the fan so to speak as I heard voices coming closer through the trees. I took a rushed step towards my camera and tripped over my pants tangled around my ankles, and fell face first into the dirt with a thump. I laid still, maybe they hadn’t heard me, I thought to myself. But it was not to be, as I heard a woman yell out “ Hey there’s someone over here!”.