Mere ghar ke samne mere friend ka ghar hai. Unki family may 4 log rahte hai uske pitaji, mataji , my friend and her sis. Bachpan se mai unke ghar pe j... kar khel ta tha is liye mera unke ghar aana-jana laga rehta tha. Mere friend ke ghar ki halat bhut acchi nahi thi isiliye uske pitaji jyada kam or kheti wajah se ghar se door rahte the. Dipu (my friend) ki mom dikhav me itni sunder nahi hai lekin unka ke figure ke bareme kya bolo. Kya ghajab ka figure tha bade bade bobs, bhari bhari football. Midway through the third song she gently cusped my hand for around 10 seconds, before sliding her hand back under the table towards my knee. This time while she began caressing my inner thigh with her hand, I clasped her hand. As her hand movements got bolder I got the courage to move one of my hands over her thigh. Sarah looked into my eyes while I soaked up the outline of her C cup tits in a tie-dye shirt. She then grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. It was crowded inside but as soon. “I’m fine Ben, why do you ask?” she replied. To Ben her reply sounded more like somebody talking with a mouth full cotton. “Well you look a little tipsy is all and I didn’t want anything to happen to you,” Ben replied. “Ben, you’re too funny! Most days you’d be wishing I was hit by a truck and here you are now being all concerned for me. Ben, do you want to know why I keep you as my assistant even though I know you hate me?” she blurted out. “Why do you keep me as your assistant if you know. I was pushed closer and closer to the edge,my hands gripping the bedsheet with white knuckles as he wrapped his lips around the sensitive orbs and started to suck.This was nothing I had ever felt before, or even close to any experience, and I loved it.It was like fireworks all across my body, the sparks trailing down from my chest all the way to my throbbing clit.He let my tit fall out of his mouth with a 'pop', moving on to the other as he shifted and grinded his cock in and out, still onlya.