I meet his every beat with equal force, I answer his every moan with a growl of pleasure, I return his every caress with tenderness and my eyes reply ...o the lust burning in his own. I have yet to meet the man who is my equal, but Oltos and Jaano have come closest.We are as the wind and the waves; moving in unison through untraversed expanses of pleasure. He is the fire in my heart; I am the breath in his body, together we wordlessly extol the exquisite virtues of the flesh. His is merely the. .ki ab kya karne wale he..me bhi chup chap bina kuch puche room lock karke aagai sir “ chalo aapni tshirt nikalo jara”me pehle se hi tyar thi…mene chup chap aapni tshirt aapne badan se alag kar di tshirt nikalne hi mere boobs azad ho gaye or sir ke samne tan kar khade ho gaye sir ki to bazre hi chipak gai..or unke muh se nikala…” awsomeesi chunchiya mene aapni life me nahi dekhi he.Me kuch na boli…lekin tarif sun kar khus ho ga sir ne aapne pass bulaya…or mera hath khich kar aapne god me bitha. Francis then asked her to prove it, so Maureen stood up and pulled her panties down, stepped out of them, laid on the sleeping bag and pulled her dress up to her waist. I looked at Bernie and Tony and noticed that they, like me, were sporting hard cocks as we gazed at the small amount of pubic hair on Maureen's pussy mound and the lips of her vagina. None of us really knew for sure what to do, so Francis leaned forward and touched the lips of her pussy, Maureen took her hand and encouraged her. She caught me off balance and pushed me to the floor, whereupon she immediately straddled me, pulling the crotch of her delicious shorts to one side, and just impaled herself on me. I’ve had virgins in the past, but they were nothing compared to being ravaged by this vision of loveliness. I started to speak, I was going to suggest we at least moved to the bed as the floor was hard on my back, but she didn’t give me the slightest chance, but instead yanked her top up over her head, screwed it.