I barely registered their comments though. With my skirt hiked up and mypanties pushed to the side, all I could think about was this fantasticcock pop...ing my cherry. I had gotten past the initial pain and wasstarting to buck my hips to meet his thrusts. Bent over, with one handon the metal plumbing and my other forearm precariously perched on thetoilet paper dispenser, all I could think about is how hot it felt formy glued on tits to be jiggling back and forth with his thrusts and howmuch I. Jetha: Karenge kyu nahi karenge par pahile jara (apni jaangh pant ke upar se khujate hue) Thoda utsah ho toh baat bane. Mera woh fabrite shabd toh farmayiye.Madhavi: (sharmaate hue) Rassiya aaaa, haule haule mere aam daba jaa. Khud ko rok naa paooge mere aam ka rass peene se.Ye sunte hi Jethalal ka chehra ekdum hawas se bhar jaata hai. Bina kuch soche woh Madhavi ko apni baaho mein leta hai aur uske gale pe kiss karne lagta hai. Jethalal kabhi lips pe chumban nahi leta tha kyuki bade log lips. The school day passed much slower as usual, Lauren thought. She still had the wet feeling between her legs so she had to keep her legs shut to stop it from trickling down the inside of her thigh. Lauren did not know what was happening to her and was desperate to get home so that she could find out what was causing her pussy to be so wet with the shiny liquid. When the school bell rang at the end of the day, Lauren said a quick goodbye to her friends before setting off at a fast walk for her. "That's Mr Leaman," he said, "owner of the club and everything in it." Oh, thanks," I said and sipped my watered down whisky."You're not thinking of messing with him are you?" the barman leaned closer and whispered."Me, no way," I said truthfully.I had no wish to mix it with the likes of him."Very sensible," said the Barman slightly louder, "not good for your health to bother the likes of Mr Leaman.I finished up my drink and headed out. On the way her eyes and mine met just for that split.