Her head was right back, eyes closed, a smile on her face as I added a second finger and pushed the digits deeper inside her, feeling the increasing w...tness of her. I knelt beside her, my knees hard up against the bench and rested my other hand on her taut stomach, bare in the gap between shorts and shirt. My right hand pushed deeper inside her, fingers circling and massaging; the other slid up her body, under her shirt ond on to her breasts, firm yet malleable, like ripe grapefruit. She gave. So I’m writing this story so that you will also understand what’s going on between them.Many years agao there was a meeting between Kajol and Yash and that meeting was over at 4 pm. Kajol daughter was about to leave from her school at 5 pm. She was having 1 hrs time. She tought of reliving herself and go to take her daughter. She had refuse to work with sharuk for many reasons. Sharuk didn’t like her decision. He knew only Kajol will give him Hit flims. He has to convince Kajol for the same.. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. It was only a piece of fabric, but for some reason, it felt so good. Jade was wearing them earlier today. Her pussy was rubbing against the fabric and now my painfully hard cock was rubbing against the same place…“Oh Jade, baby girl…” I groaned.I felt my balls tighten, and I knew what was going to happen. I was at the fucking edge and it was long before I was going to ejaculate. I needed to decide where. Into the toilet?No fucking way. There was only one place I knew where. When I got out, I wrapped my considerably smaller body in a towel and headed to my room to change, noticing Malcolm sitting patiently on the couch, playing with his cell phone. “So, hey Malcolm, like, what kind of clothes should I wear?” I asked, off-hand. I didn’t know if we would be going to a club or if we were just going to be hanging out at his pad or what. “Aw, you know, whatever,” he answered, unhelpfully. “No really, should I wear like a dress or just jeans or…?” “Well, you know what,.