Wump! Wump! Wump! I’m doing it in my pants. Shot after shot and fortunately I pretend to cough – a ruse that will serve me well in the years to cu... – and I feel the spunk soaking into my underpants, right round to my arse so the chair will get wet too, and still more shots, the most unbelievable ecstasy as I see girls moving, dancing, like for real, not like in a mag. The song ends and the girls run off stage and before everyone stops talking excitedly to each other – “cor did you see that!”,. Call me old minded but I would like to call the activity as love making.because it is more than just fucking, it is connecting emotionally too. It’s a give and takes action.Give pleasure and you surely will receive it. Now let’s come to the sex story. I am born and raised in Thane, Mumbai. My partner in this sex story is my girlfriend, let’s call her S. I knew S from childhood as we lived in the same locality at distance of 5 mins. So, I had a crush on her when she hit puberty. Among other. A minute later, my new friend joinedme. Without a word, he opened my door and held it for me like a lady.He closed my door and got in the car himself. We drove about 5 minutesto a very nice coffee shop, where we talked for about an hour about my"other self" and how it might fulfill two fantasies, his and mine. Ifinally invited him back to my little house to show him where Missylived.After we got to my house, I asked him to give me a moment and then comeup. I got to the room, lit a couple of. He works a lot of hours in a salt mine on Lake Erie. Amber & I get together after school at the library to study. When it would start to get dark she has lately been coming home with me until her dad got home at 8:30pm every night. Amber has stayed some weekend nights over at my house because we have a spare bedroom. This weekend Amber's dad will be home on Saturday so he told Amber it would be ok if I slept over Friday night. Amber's house is a one story, two bedroom little house, so I brought.