Mujhay maza anay laga aur main lipat kar sonnay laga mera lun sotay huay khara e hota tha ammi b pyar say mujay banhoon main lay leteen aur main mazay...leta ab mera lun kafi bara ho chuka tha aik din main apna kam kar k sonnay k leay laita to ammi b a gaeen wo raat sotay huay apni nighty pehn leti hain to woe kia unhoon nay sardioon ki raat thi aur hum donon kambal mait lait gay ammi bahir say a raee the to unhain sardi lag rae thi to main lipat gaya wo sakoon mehsoos karnay lage aur main mazay. "Kelli had a predatory look on her face as she said this. I didn't blame her. I knew her well enough already to know that a sexist with delusions of entitlement would annoy the hell out of her."How long will you be gone?" Overnight tonight and back late tomorrow." How late?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and wiggling it."Too late," she giggled and buried her face in her arms on the table, managing to miss the remains of her meal."Sorry," I said."No your not," she looked up, eyes twinkling. "But I. But instantly her inner walls were clutching at my cock and, unable to resist, I plunged deeper.Every inch was like passing through multiple mouths, each eager to draw me on and in. I drove deeper, then, on instinct, deliberately I tried to withdraw. Her screeching protest preceded my full-length plunge deep into her. Back and in, back and further, and all the time the ridges of her cunt seemed to be feeding on my cock.I pulled on her shoulders so that she came up and we were sitting face to. I’d spent ages running my fingers over Holly’s face. I loved her and wanted to touch her, to hold her and as we danced till god knows when, I thought I’d never feel like that ever again.Needless to say, the next Friday night, once the MDMA kicked in, I was as loved up as ever. Not that me and Holly were gay or anything. We might stare into each other’s eyes and run our fingers over each other but that was only while under the influence. We’d never even seen each other naked, beyond a possible.