I guess she is pretty but for 15 yr old boy women arejust women and Moms are just Moms. My older friends always talked aboutgirls but I didn’t see w...at the fuss is about.My house always had visitors and my friend as well as the older boys inour area were all my friends and visited me often and let me hang out withthem even though I was a few years younger. I had a lot of friendsespecially among the older teens of 18 or 19 who were in University doingEngineering and Medicine. My Mom also. Chal ab tu sighe let ja aur mai unke kahne par sighe let gayi to unhoneMeri tange upar kar ke ghutne mor diye aur meri jangho ko mere pet se sata diyaMere kulhe upar ko uth gaye the aur meri chut bahar ko nikal aayi thi tabhi tau jiNiche jhuk kar apne hoth meri tapti chut se chipka diya aur apni jibh nikal kar meriChut ko chatna suru kiya to mai jor sisya uthi , pure badan me aag si lag gayi aurUttejna ki adhikta se badan tharra utha , mujhe maja aane laga , mai aaram se pariSiskariyan bharti. Tighter than anyone that I had experienced. Slowly and softly I pressed deeper, feeling her growing accustomed to my size, until I was suddenly aware that I was gliding inside her, her hips rising to meet me. Only her soft moans and the annoying squeak from the mattress broke the silence. Me: Which of my services would you require?Zoe: I’ll leave it up to you.Me: I’m full of surprises.Zoe: I don’t doubt it. Zoe: How many others are on your list?Me: It’s growing.Zoe: Do I know anyone?Me:. Her orgasm was triggered by the flow. She screamed her release, her head thrown back, body arched and frozen in its passion. And then she collapsed. She lay there with her arms extended, her legs extended, like a rag doll. Her eyes were closed and she was muttering something so quietly that I couldn't make it out. I lay by her side and took her into my arms once again. When her eyes opened I could see tears. I tried to comfort her. I stroked her face; I told her I loved her. "Sweetheart, was I.