Job kartey hay or unki out of station mey posting hay,woh ghar pay kam hi atey hay;to ghar may bas may ar meri maa hi raheytey hayHum kolkata key jis ...art may rahetey hai waha jam key holi celebrate ki jati hai hum har sal hamarey paroseyo key sath holi kheltey hay or khub masti kartey hay So iss bar bhi may subha subha jaldi ready hokey meray ghar ke bahar aa gaya or dekha ki maray sarey dost waha holi khel rahey they-happy holi bhiWaha se bhi chillakey bol uthey “Happy holi”Aur hum holi. I groan louder this time, calling out a very strangled version of his name. Slowly, he inserts a finger into me. I arch my back and try to moan, but no sounds come out. He teases me badly as this finger slowly glides in and out of the soft, pink, wet folds of my burning pussy. I can feel everything deep in my belly and my groins clench tight as Christian slides another finger into me. This time I manage to cry out in pleasure. When he looks down at me, he's got a wicked gleam in his blue eyes.. When he was done emptying his mouth into me, I commanded him to sit back and watch Craig fuck me right there in front of him. It took awhile but I held on to Alex's cock until Craig came again inside me with massive groans. (Btw... Craig had a vasectomy so I always let him fuck me bareback.) I then ordered Alex to go down and clean me up as we 69'ed each other. It didn't take long and Alex came so much in my mouth I almost gagged on the sheer volume of his load. We repeated this little scenario. It was a gamble but he figured the question indicated was hooked and he was reeling in slowly rather than risking breaking the line with too crude or smart a comment."I could smell something on your hand."Ginger tried to look puzzled. "What did it smell like?"Now she blushed again. How to describe it she thought. She knew what she thought it smelled like but wasn't going to say "my pussy". She had her suspicions and wanted to try to get the boy to own up -- well, young man, she admitted to.