She followed my order she made some pulav very fast we had our food. Now again we started watching TV for some time as I wanted some time for my sword...to sharpen. After fifteen minutes she removed my cloths and her also and told me to start I started kissing her all over again and she did the same thing. I kissed her boob, all curves and started licking her cunt again that sound of aaahhaaa oooooccch was on she really enjoyed my tongue fucking and she started taking my cock without anything in. " We continued this small talk until finally I needed to use the restroom. "Will you excuse me I need to use the restroom." "Alright." I got up and walked to the restroom. I opened the door and closed and locked it behind me. I took a piss then washed my hands. I went and unlocked the door. As I opened it I saw Abby standing there. She turned and pushed me back into the restroom and closed, plus locked the door behind her. Then she turned and kissed me. A long passionate kiss. Once broken she. This story took place when I was in my second year of the degree. I came from a very traditional Muslim family where I had to follow a strict dress code everywhere, even inside my own house. Everything had changed from the time I started living in a college hostel.I was free from those vigorous rules. Since my native was very far from the city I lived in, my parents visited me very less. This, in turn, resulted in me getting sufficient pocket money every month.In my college hostel, two girls. That showed him my milky fleshy thighs. Suddenly Manoj braked the car and I took the opportuniy. I leaned forward and brushed his neck. He could well understand my intentions now because he kept staring at me now and then. I planned to give the final blow. I took out my cellphone and dialed the cust care no. I pretended as if there was my BF on the other side and started talking dirty. I purposely used words like panty, wet, kiss and also let out a few moans. Suddenly Manoj turned the car in.