Subah mai 10 baje wo mere ghar aye isney tights of kurti pehni thi. Uska figure jo mujhe khud Komal ne bataya tha 34 28 36 tha and uski height 5.6″ ...hi wo ghazab ki larki thi yaar ik dum fair or sex bomb thi wo aaj bhi usey kabhi yaad karta hoo to lund khara hojata hai.Kher maine usey ghar mai bulaya or usey juice dia jo usney peelia n phir mene usey poocha kitna time hai to kehne lagi bas 30 minutes hai to mene usey kaha ok or dil mai socha ek baar bistar per late to sahi itney mazay doonga ke. A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed off her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked me over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl's toes. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly. . look, let’s do this in the bedroom.” Way to go, champion. Getting flustered by an 18-year-old virgin. Her expressive face melted into a mixture of annoyance and incredulity. “What is this? A date?” She looked up at the clock impatiently. “Look, I have half an hour left before I gotta run to catch the last train, so I just wanna get this shit over and done with, okay?” He was not one to lose his temper, but anger (propelled by equal portions of embarrassment and indignation) flooded his veins.. He kissed me as I peed which felt very weird. Then I wiped and he picked me up and carried me back to bed as we got there I saw my virgin blood on the sheets and it made me feel kinda sick but Scott just put me down there anyway. He crawled back in too facing me towards him and they both cuddled close to me. We all laid there till about 10:20 PM and then got up. Scott had a bag sitting under the dresser and pulled it out. In there were the clothes I had warn to his house including some of.