Our kiss deepened as we opened our mouths and let our tongues in on the excitement. After a minute or so we broke the kiss and I trailed my fingers do...n his neck and chest to the button on his pants and started to undo it. As I unzipped his pants he shivered a little either from the cold or from excitement. I slid them down and as I did that he took his shirt off and he was left there with nothing but his boxers on. He was hard with an erection that seemed like it was going to burst out of. Peene ke bad main thanda sa ho gaya tha par mujhe mann tha ki jaldi se kuch garam ho…. Unhone ne kaha kapde utar do garmi hogi maine kaha haan…. Maine shirt utari he thi wo mere paas aa gae…. Mere body par baal nai hain wo mere nipple choosne lage aur chumne lage mujhe keh rahe the ek dum ladke jesa badan hai tumhara… Mujhe bada acha laga ye sun ke… Maine unko bhi shirt kholne ko kaha.. Aur unhone ne utar di…. Unke bhi baal nai the aur ek dum patle the aur paseene ki smell kar rahe the…. Main. The story begins as such. I am Mohan .I am 13 years old boy with no body muscles.My mom is 32 years old.She has huge boobs,perfect ass ,beautiful eyes.Although dark-skinned she looks quite beautiful to stare at.All the men on the street stare at her super sexy body which makes her looks like an angel.She is the Hindi teacher of the same school in which I read.She lives in teacher hostel while live in the students hostel.One day in school while I was in toilet Raman entered. Raman is the son of. Maybe I’ll just wait and see what he has for me.Tabitha makes a bowl of cereal and relaxes. A half hour later the girl is on the couch, flicking through the channels on the television, trying to find something—anything—worth watching. Switching to a new channel she finds herself watching a film that she is quite sure is pornographic in nature. This is George’s type of movie, if it is.And it is, and while feeling rather decadent and wicked, Tabitha starts watching it. She can, she decides, view.