I told mom that it was not her fault. I was 19 already and it was just what I wanted at that time.It wasn’t mom’s fault and nor was Salim’s. She...continued to weep but soon stopped. She realized that I was a grown-up now and wanted sex as well. A year passed by without any encounter between me, Salim or Ragini mom. I was feeling guilty.Because of me her sex life that was ever so flowing, though against the society, had stopped. I wanted to do this right but had no clue how to contact Salim or. The next morning we went to school as if nothing happened. Or almost. He kept throwing gazes at me. And although I never directly looked at him. I knew that he was looking at me more often then usually. Today in the French class we were watching a movie. All the tables were put together and brought as forward as possible. I kept living the dream. My brother and I sit all the way in the back, and we end up just the two of us in the last row, our tables glued to each other. The movie was boring,. I slurp happily, bobbing my head up and down on your cock, as you grab a big fistful of my hair, forcing me to look up as you smile down at me. "Hands and knees" is all you have to say to me and I quickly pull myself back up on the bed and wait for you patiently on my hands and knees. You grab your phone out of your jeans and the bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer and get on your knees behind me. "Holy fuck, baby, your ass would give a dead man a hard-on." I hear you click open the top of. ....you know, SO last decade....but something new.....like, perhaps, DAN’S DICK?-- Weeelll, that was another story!”. She simply couldn’t get the fantasy of another man’s dangling member out of her mind. In fact, she purposely worked towards letting herself materialize it in her thoughts. The visualization caused her aching labia to throb in the shower’s steamy mist. She closed her eyes. Just the thought of reaching back to run her hand along the engorged length of his excited shaft made her.