My cock was in its highest peak and was struggling inside my underwear. I planted kisses all over her small bushes and the adjacent region and headed ...or the wet lips. As my lips touched her pussy lips electrical waves were transmitted in both the bodies.Her legs crashed over my neck, pushing my face in to her flooded plains. My head was still locked between her thighs. My tongue was trying to probe deeper and deeper. My fingers were twitching the clit. She moaned- aah Aakash feeling so good.. I remember in ninth grade he got in a fight with Mark Smith for touching my ass. And the summer before tenth grade he drove to all the way to Allison James’ house at three in the morning to pick me up and take me home because I was drunk from her party. And later that night he held my hair for me while I threw up in his car. He never got mad at me, ever. Even when I messed up bad. And I loved him for that. It was Friday, May 30th. Our last day of high school. When the summer was over we would. I’ve been here for over an hour, yet she still hasn’t shown up. I can’t blame her considering I got here almost two hours early. I absentmindedly scratch at the roughness on my neck that has grown since my last shave a few days ago. I feel it adds character to my face and thought it’d make a better impression on Emma when she arrived. Again I hear the faint jingle of the bell on the door, alerting everyone a new customer has arrived. I ignore it this time, knowing it won’t be her. I sip at my. Meanwhile, after she got the packages from near the front door, grabbed abottle of white wine and a pair of glasses, placed the gift wrapped box inthe center of their bed. She then changed into her bath robe, walked intothe adjoining bathroom to set up the supplies she had purchased earlierand laid out the plastic sheet on the floor. She then poured two halfglasses of white wine and set them up on the edge of the sink.Soon after, he was walking into the bathroom, naked, and obviously.