Her body was as smooth as milk pouring from a pitcher, her breasts like twin hills of snow, capped by nipples barely darker than the breasts themselve.... My eyes lingered on her tight abdomen, the smooth cleft that led to her navel, then the rounded softness between her legs, where a tiny triangle of golden curls hinted at the delights that lay beneath. Looking at her always took my breath away."Damn, girl, you're beautiful," I whispered. "I think I could eat you right up now." Zo, vhy don't you. . Thoda aur kuch kar paaye to.. Aur dheere se left hand neeche laaya aur uske boobs ke upar ferne laga.. Thode der tak uska koi negative reaction nahi aaya aur hum smooch continuous kaar rahe the…Mere me ab bhaut sara confidence aa gaya tha aur uske left bable to masalne laga,,zor zor se dabane laga.. Jaise wo thoda sa bhi moan karti, mai uske lower lips ko kaat leta halke se.. Wo aaaah … Aaaah… Aaaahh karke dheere se moan kaar rahi thi, aur ab mai dono haaton se uske bade bade boobs masle jaa. To maine uska pair khola aur fir koshish ki to mere lund ka topa halka sa uske andar aur wo zor se chilaayi aur mere lund ko bahar nikaal diya mai 5 mins ruka fir uski chut ko thuk laga ke gila kiya, Iss baar maine uske chut pe lund ko tikaaya uske dono haath ko tight pakda aur pura lund ek hi bar mai zor se daal diya wo nind ki acting karte hue na, nahi no please bole jaa rahi thi lekin mai kaha maan ne wala tha mere lund mai hulchul machi thi usse shant kaise karta fir kya maine 1 – 2 baar. Susan was conscious that she was a fraud in so many ways and her presence at the recital a sham. It was the music she should be appreciating rather than the musicians. She should be somehow transported to the higher plane that Franz Schubert had prepared for listeners to his String Quartet No. 14 in D minor: otherwise known as Death and the Maiden. Instead, her thoughts were chiefly focused on the huge bald spot in the middle of the cellist's pate. On the fringe and at the back his brown hair.