Without thought, I find myself walking over to your chair where you are sitting massaging your member watching me with a look I cannot explain because...it is as if you are looking right though me, exploring me from the inside out. Such is the intensity of your unwavering stare from those brown, deep set eyes. My nakedness is forgotten, all thoughts of self awareness left behind with the vestments of everyday, discarded in an untidy heap behind me on the floor of the hotel bathroom. . Thode dino me hum dono achhe dost ban gaye.Thode din baad alina mere ghar aayi to usne red top aur black haf jeans pehna tha.alina ke boob kya mast lag rahe the.Us din mene alina dekha to mera mann badal gaya aur usko chodne ka mann hone laga. Ab me roj alina ka naam le kar mooth marta tha. Ek din mere ghar par koi nahi tha aur alina mere paas tution ke liye aayi us din usne white jeans and black top pehna tha.wo mere paas aa kar beith gayi.Aaj mere se raha nahi gaya aur mene use kaha ki tera. .Jeans top wali ke pair mere muh pe the aur salwar kurte wali ke mere lund ke paaas…Mera lund ekdum tan chuka tha ..Aur vo jor jor se mere tane huye lund ko apne sandals se maar rahe the..Aur dusre ne munhe bola ki muh kholke uske talve chatne ko…Mai unke hukum ka palan ker raha tha aur uske talwe paglo ke tarah chat rha tha….Fir jiska paid mere lund pe tha usne apne sandal mere gaand me ghusane shuru ki thode thode munhe dard ho rha tha usme kaha paur faila maderchod..Maine faila diya ab usne. The dresswas white, and appeared to be fitted through where my waist would be. Thedress left most of my shoulders bare, with only a thin strip of the whitesatiny material holding it on over my shoulder. From the waist down, ithad three layers of skirts that fell to about mid-thigh. But what reallycaught the eye, and I was certain Julia considered the "glam" was thethin feathery layer of fabric that sat on top of each skirt layer. Icouldn't tell what it was made of, but it kept catching the.