She parked in her apartment complex’s general parking area and we walked to her apartment. We had talked about the basketball game we’d both been ...t. I wanted to ask what this trip was about and I was too shy to ask. I was afraid that if she thought about it, she’d change her mind. I tend to analyze everything before I say it.Miss Muller was an attractive lady. And when I say, “lady”, I’m talking about someone maybe 23 years old? She was fairly young in any case, with shoulder-length blond hair. And as you sipped the steamy double strength caffeine, you poured your heart out to this stranger. And surprisingly he listened. It often felt as though no one listened yet for once it felt as though someone truely cared. If you dared relay the story to anyone in the church congregation they would no doubt claim it was divine intervention.Easy on the eyes, his rugged good looks and deliciously intense eyes did little to halt the instant attraction. New to the area, you exchanged numbers with. ”Bhabhi lumbee sans leti hue boli, “han Sahil, mujhe hi kuch karna hoga nahee to teri bibi aayegi to tuge kosegi ki tuge kuch maloom nahi hai.” Fir bhabhi ne mera hath apni chunchee par se hataya aur mere lund par rakhtee hui bole, “isse pakar kar meri choot ke munh par rakhho aur lagao dhakka jor se.” Maine waise hi kiya aur mera lund unki choot ko cherta hua pura ka pura andar chala gaya.Phir bhabhi bole, “ab lund ko bahar nikalo, lekin pura nahee. Supara andar hi rahane dena aur phir dobara. “No way. No fucking way is some pervert going to be rubbing his hands all over your pussy while he’s yanking the hair out! I’ll do it myself if I have to, before I’ll let that happen.” She gave me her sweetest smile. “Aww - you’d do that for me? I’m touched.” “Alli, this doesn’t make any sense; isn’t there someplace else you could go? I mean, I just don’t like… She cut me off mid-objection, giggling “Sshhh, honey; are you familiar with the word ‘punked’? You’ve just been punked, my dear; there.