She knew what was coming. I slid inside the blanket between her already spread sexy legs. It was dark under the blanket but I could judge what was the...e between her legs.It was heaven between there. I slowly rubbed my fingers on her mound. She shivered in my touch. After rubbing her puffy pussy lips for some time I spread them with my finger. I found her swollen clit. I didn’t waste any time and pressed my thumb hard on her clit. She almost screamed.She was already lubricating. Her moans became. Althea was still sitting beside me, but she was crying and laughing at the same time. “When are we talking?”“More than that, who?” Althea asked.“Nicky Moore. She used to be in Stacy’s dance class. Still is, I guess. She was gone for awhile and I realized how much I missed her,” I said truthfully. “We’re going to do this in June. The 15th as of right now.”“Count on it, love,” Althea joined the group hug.“Whatever you want,” Liz said. “Want me to paint the bride?”“I hope you mean on a canvas,” I. 15 minute ke baad wo jhad gayi aur boli, ‘Bhenchod! Itni tasali se kisi ne nahi choda bade time se’. Maine kaha ‘Ab mujhe bhi toh jhadwa de, kab se chod raha hun’.Usne mujhe kas ke gale lagaya aur kaha, ‘dheere dheere chodna shuru kar ab aur aek dum se speed badha diyo’. Aise kehte hi usne mujhe kiss kiya aur kaha ‘chal mere hero’Maine jaise usne kaha, waisa hi kiya. Usne mujhe kass ke gale laga rakha tha aur main apni speed badhata chala gaya. 2-3 minute ke baad mujhe laga main jhadne wala hun. ‘And maybe he was right. I’m a whore and once a whore, always…’ But Philip had understood. He really did, either that or he didn’t care enough about her to give a damn. And while she took out another Marlboro Light King 100 and lit up she thought carefully. Thinking was part of Sarah’s nature. She had always heard it, that fucking, ‘You think too much,’ line her friends hit her with. She resented the observation that was really a poorly disguised insult. ‘What the fuck does that mean anyway?’.