This was so right. She was a white girl, the descendant of evil racist slave owners and she was now paying her reparations to the Black race! She felt...his hand reach up to her pussy. She moaned. As his hand played with her pussy, she realized how wet she was and how ready she was for him.She felt his hand move up to her tits as he fondled her tits through the blouse. At the same time, he bent his head down to her mouth and kissed her. She opened her mouth and responded enthusiastically, their. Fir main thodi der chup rahaG:- mujhe tumse ek baat krni hai,(would gusse mei boli)A:- hanji boloG:- abhi nhi, kl ghr pr aana.Jaise hi ussne ye baat kahi main thoda sa drr gya tha.G:- kl ghr me koi nhi hoga aur main tumse akele me baat krna chahiti hu.Fir mujhe chain ki saans aai aur fir main man gya.Agle din main uske ghr chlde gya.Maine fir bell bjaai aaur Geetanjli ne door khola, who thode gusse wale expression bna kr andr aa gai. Maine dekha usske ghr Mei koi nhi tha, Priya bhi nhi toh main. I came home at 5 pm. Since I didn’t know that my parents will leave early, I didn’t take my backup key of home. So I had to get ready from Fareen’s house.I knocked on her door, there she was in a sandal nightie. It was transparent near the shoulders through which I was able to peak at her red bra. She welcomed me with a huge smile.I went in and explained to her the scenario. She said that I can use her restroom to get fresh.Fareen: Hey handsome, do you need juice or milk?Saif: I need milk from. "Well, that makes sense, because I'm much, much older than you my love, and much older than all those boys you saw from afar. Now, be a good girl and kneel down before me and unzip my shorts and pull out my cock and hold it in your little warm, soft hand, and then move your hand up and down." I said to her, trying to hold back from moaning and grunting.She unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, as they fell to the ground. She paused for a second as she just stared at my rock hard cock pointing at.