Fir mene ushe pichhe ki or ghuma ke ush ke pith se ungli ko chalate chalate ush ke pet pe legaya or ush ka makhan jese pet ko pakad kar meri or khich ...o mujse shat gaye or mere lund ush ki gand pe torch hone laga ushe ish yada jyada pasand aai or aap ne niche ke hont ko aap ne dato se kat ne lage.fir mene ush ke kandhe pe hont rakhe jesi ke me gulab ka full leke waha fira raha hu wo aaaahhhhhh rohitbhai kar gaye ushe bahot maja aaraha tha fir mene ush ke kan me dhire se aapni jiv dali wo uchak. Whenever I'm alone at home, all by myself - unless you count the toys - I just lie on my bed, take out my Magic Wand (who I call Mr. Magic) and just let it waver on my clit. My wet clit. I let it vibrate on my tits, slowly making the nipples erect; I squeeze on them, a sudden release of pain. I slowly fondle it around my pussy, slowly making it red and swollen until I can't hold my orgasm. I just cum, screaming his name, "Oh Charlie! You're so fucking hot!" I do this again and again. I often. On arrival at school we got out of the car as usual, but VERY unusually, Donna hung around. After the car had moved off and we'd joined up, Donna told me, "A few weeks ago Carol wouldn't say boo to a goose," (another expression you can blame on my mother, although you shouldn't blame her too much as it's probably true that Carol wouldn't do that. It's presumably a common hobby of the English, given how often Mom uses the expression), "and now she rubs her cunny for you only two feet behind a. She was wearing a strapon! we hadn't talked about this! this wasn't part of the plan! we were getting to know each other; She was to inspect me; not this! 'kiss it, boy,' she said meanly, 'put it in your filthy mouth and kiss it.' i hesitated.Her hand pulled my hair hard; it hurt. 'here's the deal, cunt boy,' She continued in a low voice. 'I'm not here for some bullshit stroke fest. i know you're a worthless piece of meat - and hardly that - and we need to establish a few things straight off..