Karti mujhse,,pur mere manme yaar itni wasna bhar gayi thi usko dekho pucho mat, aur bichme uske spurhs se to aisa lagata tha ki kya kar aub, pur nish...kuch nahi boli,, aur baju hui, maine kaha nisha pls, aur maine uske ekdam pichese teku lagkar khada hua,,aur uske hatpe hat ghumane laga,,,,aur hot se kan pe kis karne laga, usne mu piche liya achank mai dar gaya pur, usak mu mere mu pe aa gaya, yaa i like her,,very i am kissing her first time,,and i become, yaar nisha i really like maine use. Its art of giving pleasure.Then while kissing her pussy lips slowly I inserted my middle finger into her love hole.inside her hole I moved my finger in such a way that calling someone with one finger. She was shivering with pleasure. I was still sucking her pussy. I inserted another finger and stared to move in different way. Guys its all depend on your style which gives pleasure. This was my style. With right timing. By now she stared to cum.then I stopped foreplay and wanted to do actual act.. This was quite sensible and did add a bit of surreptitious horniness to the proceedings too. All very cloak and dagger.The place he told me to meet was about two and a half miles from me and if it had have been five or six hours earlier I would have walked it as it was a pleasant early autumn night and the fresh air would do me good. But it was nearly 4am and if I wanted an hour or so with James then it was getting far too late to have fun, get home and sleep. So I rang a taxi. At that time in. "I woke up alone, and I wasn't even sure if I dreamt all of that or not. It wasn't until I saw the blood stain on the bed that I realized it had to be real." I look away and he turns my face back towards him. He kisses me and its amazing. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. We kiss for awhile, with me laying down on the bed and him lying half on me and half on the bed. He doesn't do anything else other than kiss me and I am confused momentarily as to why he isn't doing anything else.