Mere boyfriend ka name rakesh he hum two years se sath he.Ye bat one year pehle ki he hum oral karte the phone pe sexting v krte the but sex nei kiye ...he.Uske bday wali rat ko me cake leke uske flat pe gayi hum dinner karne bahar gaye dinner ke bad flat pe gaye 12 am hua use kiss karke bday wish ki fir cake cut kiye ek piece cake ko dono kiss karte hue khae fir bed pe jake dono beth gaye.Kuch bate kiye bat karte karte usne romance start kar diya tha.Usne bola aj sex karte he na me boli nei yr. I slowly run my hand down your stomach and I unbutton your pants and slowly unzip them, I don't want to make any noise that could be heard. I reach down into your boxers and run my fingers through you soft folds. You turn and kiss me deeply as I run a finger into your pussy. I slide my finger in as far as I can and wiggle around inside you. I can feel you moving your body against my hand. After a few minutes I take your hand from you pussy and lick my fingers. I then whisper your turn as I kiss. She wore just a hint of makeup and had her long blonde hair in two pigtails with red and white hair ribbons. Her bangs draped over her forehead, cut evenly just above her eyebrows and adding to her schoolgirl innocence. She smiled sweetly at Mr. Lewis as he walked toward her, showing off her cute dimples, always excited by the idea that she could give a man an instant erection and that thousands of men were regularly jerking off to her pictures on the Internet. Her cheerleading sweater. Not having to work anymore and having no responsibilities had its benefits and allure. I had long ago became aware of my total "gimp" nature, had come to grips with my 3.5" erect penis and had completely abandoned lusting after a "normal" sex life. I emailed her and set the appointment determined to abandon all hope and become a permanent toilet slave.A week passed, and all I did was jerk-off and look for the email. I was becoming desperate when the email arrived. I opened it:My sisters and I.