Maine dekha toh main dekhta re gaya.. Yaaro kya maal lag rahi thi priya… Paaani ki bund uski shareer pe kissi moti se kam nhi lag rahe thai… Puri ...ora chita shareer aur figure 36 28 38… Mera lund khada ho gya tha aur pent pe tent bana rha tha.. Main usse chupke chupke dekhta raha aur apna 6” ka lund bahar nikal liya…Thode tym baad maine dekha woh apne boobs aur apni pussy se khel rahi thi… Apne mote mote boobs ko daba rahi thi… Aur raj ka naam leke apni ungli apni pussy mai daal rahi thi... Neither one of us could speak we lay catching our breath my now slippery shaft rested on Julia’s inner thigh in the distance we heard the break bell sound, quickly dressing Julia escorted me to my next lesson which was art.The art teacher Ms Giles was normally a happy go lucky woman, but on this day, she was in an exceptionally bad mood perhaps it was her time of the month or she had boyfriend trouble, everyone was shouted at for some reason or another. It got to the end of the lesson and like. Kani: Good eve bro, here take the coffee.Me: Good eve sister, thanks for the coffee, i asked hey sister is the coffee made with cow milk?Kani: Yes, bro.Me: Why can’t make with your milk?Kani: My milk?Me: Yes my sweetheart from your breast milk.Kani: You naughty, i don’t have milk now.Me: Can i help you for that?Kani: Help your wife when you get married.Me: Ok, when there is milk in your breast, will you make me a coffee with that?Kani: Sure bro, anything for my bro.At night,i requested her to. We share whole things through mail after that we shared cell no. but we are honest to each other and we talk to each other in restricted manners soon we develop a great friendship between us and one day I visited Chandigarh we had lunch and plan for movie while seeing movie we hold hand each other and after that things become changed a bit. We were getting closer and closer day by day and she was having problem with family matters.I was there to help her in this way we become more close to each.