.Me bht nashe me ho gai mujhse baitha bhi ni ja rha tha to me lait gaiMene ek top pehna tha jiske neck pr button the jo pta ni kb khul gye jb me leti ...o meri cleavage dikhne lagi or skirt upar hone ki wahah se meri panty bhi dikh rhi thiShivam ne achanak meri cleavage pr hath fer dia me boli kya kr rha h pr nashe ki wajah se hath ni hata pai…Fir usne meri chuchi dabani shuru kr di to me ulta hokr let gai taki wo chhu na pae usne rohit ko bahar bheja or meri panty utar kr mere gand me apna lund. She picked up the rope and tied it to her own harness in a figure of eight knot.“Ready?” she asked, slipping her hands behind her back to dip her fingers into her chalk bag.I just nodded, dumbfounded, speechless, in total shock. All of those things, all at once. I felt uncomfortable and lucky, well part of me felt uncomfortable, most of me, lucky. I was scared I would not be able to concentrate, after all, her life depended on me belaying her safely and concentrating on the job, not on her. That is another thing you must remember, we girls talk about ourperiods and other feminine problems quite openly with each other. Ifyou keep blushing like that, they will become suspicious. To help youget over this embarrassment we will have daily sessions just talkingabout our periods and other hygiene functions. You are going to have tobe at ease talking about clumping, clotting, tampons and pads and suchwith your girlfriends." Let me help you unpack. Good! Your Grandmother gave you plenty. You lift your head from its place in between my velvety pussy lips and gaze down upon the awesome sight before you. Your gaze travels across the curve of my body, from my breasts, across my waist, over my rounded, feminine belly down to the dewy treasure before your tongue. Your mouth waters as you once more incline your head towards my treasure. You watch as my nipples harden in the breeze from the windows, as the curtains flutter in the draft, you watch the ripples of moonlight and shadow.