. wo mujhe ek cabin mein le gayi…wo bahot sunder dikh rahi thi..aur usne ache se lip stick lagayi thi…Uske kapde bhi us per suit ho rahe the….me...e usse kaha mujhe kiss chahiye…usne kaha uske bf ko pata chalega to uska break up ho jayega…mene kaha nahi pata chalega ….to mene usse kaha chalo hum coffee pi kar aayenge…mujhe laga ki wo mana karegi…per usne aisa nahi kiya,,,wo maan gayi aur hum dono municipal market gaye car mein…waha per bhi mene usse zidd ki ki mujhe kiss chahiye usne mana kar. The higher she gets the harder I become. I look around to see if anyone is looking, luckily we’re at the back so it’s harder for people to see us. By now her hand is just below my dick, and I catch my breath when she grabs my dick. I try not to make noise, don’t want to attract attention, but it feels so damn good! She rubs and squeezes me, my dick is fully hard now, and she rubs it more. I look at her, she’s looking at my hard dick, and her hand slowly rubbing up and down it, as she gently. Swallowing nervously, she moved to the side and pulled on the string. The trap door opened and the ladder came down smoothly. There was light from up there, and the voices had quieted.She called up: "Mike?" and started to climb the ladder, suddenly aware that raising her arms in this fashion caused her dress to ride up higher than was decent. At least there was no one below to see... She poked her head up into the attic, surprised at how comfortable the place looked: carpeted, with stylish. But he has not seen my pussy and ass yet.After about a month, we noticed that there was a bathroom under construction near the lecture halls. It was isolated after 3pm. So we went there. There was only one lecture going on which would be over by 4:30. So we had an hour and a half for ourselves. We got into one of the lobbies. It was not painted, floor was not laid. We kept our bags in one corner I could already see his bulge over his pants. We started kissing. It seemed like it lasted forever.I.