I had never had my little boobs so admired and enjoyed. Karen had the perfect touch, a balance of caress, kiss, and pinch that had me whimpering in lu...t and pleasure. I did my best to copy, but it was clear who was the student and who was the Mistress. Under Karen's guidance, I caressed her nipples and breasts until I was intimately acquainted with their reactions and desires. I loved them.My own were in the boob equivalent of a girl in a sweet shop, getting everything she could ever have. So this is a story of how I fucked two of my old friends at my place when my parents were out. Hey, people, do write me at This is the 2nd part of my 2nd story on here. I am a decent shy boy of 20 years with a 7.5-inch cock, average body. I am from delhi.So this is a story of how I fucked two of my old friends at my place when my parents were out.Susane and I moved went upstairs with hookah, cards, and beer. We didn’t find shrishti there but soon she came to the room and told us that she was in. She would occasionally pull me to her, and kiss me, or just gently brush her lips across mine the way she had done it before, which was almost as exciting, but I kept the motion gentle, trying to make it last. “I love the way you’re being so gentle,” she said, “but I know it’s because you don’t want to come too soon.” She reached up, and ran her fingers through my hair, and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Just pick up the pace a little. I want to see you come.” I stopped my. She was busy in the kitchen. She was in a yellow saree and I was just awestruck by her beauty. Her waist portion was sweaty and my married neighbour was looking damn hot in that saree. I was in a dream and she broke the silence.Mansi: What happened, Bunny?Me: My mom has sent some food for you.And she was happy with that gesture of my mom. That day went as normal.Then another day, she was making some Rangoli outside her house and I could see her cleavage properly. I was not able to control.