Riya jab akser school me shidio se uterti tab larke janbhuj ker shidio ke niche se usse jhekte khbhi khbhi kismet se unhye riya ki penty dhik jati thi...yha jab khbhi riya betminten khelti thb achekne uska iskert uht jata thab larko ko uske gore gore jhang dhik jati.riya sab kuch janti per use der bhi kafi lagta tha jiss wajye se vha larko se jayeda baithye nhi kerti per larke riya se baithye kerne ka koi bhi avser nhi chorte the. Riya jab 12th class me thi tha uske pita ne riya ke phadyi ke liye. We talked mainly of football on the five minute walk, and when we reached my house, Mike snatched some clothing from his bag, and rushed to the bathroom. I waited till I heard the water running down loudly, and then opened the door slowly. The air was warm and misty, and I counted on the mist and the bathroom curtain to hide me. I could see his silhouette on the white curtain, but not much more. I lowered myself to all fours, and started inching my way around the room. I froze when I heard the. He asks her if she will cum for him and she says only if he will cum for her too. He says “I always please a lady first, I just want to take your nipple in my mouth and shove my hard cock deep into your pussy.” “Mmm, more” she says “Talk to me more.” He tells her that he has wanted to see her pussy since he came into the store the first time, this is a fantasy come true. Even if he can’t fuck her this is more than he ever thought he would get. She watches him stroke his cock and tells. We took a bus to Istanbul, the gate to Asia and while waiting for a third travel-mate we saw the city.We got on a next bus to Teheran, had a long wait at the border with a rare clear view on Mount Ararat.We got as sad as all other passengers, students mostly, who feared their fate of becoming canon-food.We saw photos of martyrs above front-doors of almost every house in Kurdistan, died in the Iraqi war.We couldn't follow the old hippie trail through Afghanistan, in war with Russia, we went by.