You were kneeling over me…. staring at me…. wanting me… and tired as I was…. I wanted you too. I reached up and slid my hands gently through ...he back of your hair…. pulling you slowly towards me. I began a slow tracing of your lips with my tongue… feeling your soft hair in my hands… tasting your mouth…. swallowing your soft moans as my tongue probed it’s way inside your mouth again. My hands left your hair and, still kissing, they moved down your back… pulling at your shirt…. lifting it up. Actually, it might not be entirely fair. While she has a perfect female ass, my ass is nothing to write home about. It's just your typical, run of the mill, male ass. So, the esthetics of her over my knee has to be far superior to those with me over hers. Who looks at men’s asses? I’ve made it my life’s study to check out the girls in that department, but the boys? Please. At any rate, men’s asses are more durable than women’s, at least that’s what I’ve always assumed. Men should be able. Every time he moved, muscles rippled and flowed. I could see his cock getting harder inside his briefs, as I'm sure he saw the wet spot spreading across the front of my panties. I noticed his rib cage expanding and contracting with excitement and then realized my own breathing was faster and deeper as well. Finally, Skip slipped his fingers inside his briefs and wrapped them around his cock. My own fingers were shaking and I felt a cross between intense sexual excitement and a desperate need to. Tumi jokhon je vabe chao amak pabe. Tomar sob kosto ami matha pete nebo. Ami tomak eto shukh debo j onno nari tomar monei dhukbe na.Mar kotha sune amar pajama vije gelo. Ma bollo bashor ghore shtrir shob kisu shami khule dey. Ornaments gulo khub disturb korse, egulo khule dao. Ami kapa kapa hate mar ornaments khulte laglam. Ornaments khulte khulte dekhlam mar blouse-er gola onek boro. Buker pray purotai dekha jasse. Ma gaer somosto goyna khule fello.Tar gae ekhon halka make up chara ar kono.