Maine bagair kuch kahe uske kale kale mote lips ko apne lips mei daba kar choosna shuru kar diya bahut maza aa raha tha. Kafi der tak maine uske lips ...o choosa aur phir prakashi ke gaalon ko mai chaatne laga . Phir maine prakashi ki shameez upar kari aur uske doodh bahar nikaale bye god kitne bade bade the uske chuchaden bilkul football ki tarah maine dono haathon mei ek ko pakad kar nipple muh mei daal kar thuglaane laga jaise ek bacchha apni maa ka doodh peeta hai chubodh chubodh kar mai uske. You shouldn't be studying."Jess seemed surprised when Kate handed her a glass, too. "Go easy, Jess, if you're not used to it. It can leave you feeling really bad in the morning," Kate murmured.Nodding, Jess took an exploratory sip, and Kate smiled at her."What do you have for me, Kate?" Lynne was curious.Not wanting to keep the girl on tenterhooks any longer, Kate withdrew the par Avion envelope from the side pocket of the tote. "I think it's got to be good news, but in case it's not, we're. It was plucked by a very renowned Casanova in the campus - Adi Murthy, Professor in the Chemistry department of our college. He was a very handsome man and most of the women, married and college girls were in love of this Adonis, rumors were abundant around that he had bedded quite a lot of them and well ? I was and am well endowed in all aspects ? 34D bra size and looked fresh, alluring and lips glistening with the wetness of their own moisture- men would drool for a feel of my body ? let it. .. I mean, I couldn’t help myself...” he protested.‘Don’t say that! Don’t apologise! Don’t say it was an accident!’ I silently begged.“Was it your first time?” he asked, stroking my arm with his fingers.“Y... yes,” I confessed.“I thought it might be,” he continued. “I’m so sorry Robbie. It was a mistake.”‘Don’t say that! It wasn’t a mistake! Tell me how lovely it was,’ I begged silently. ‘Tell me how you love me!’The tears were falling quickly now.“Did I really hurt you?” he asked‘Not as much.