“Oh yeah, baby, you’re such a dirty whore,” muttered Giles.“That’s why you like me,” grinned Vicky, removing her lover’s stiff cock from...her mouth to beat her face with it, letting all those gloopy spit-strings spatter all over her cheeks and forehead, “‘cause I'm a filthy throat-fucking slut – and you like that, don’t you, babe? You like nasty, evil, adulterous church-going whores, don’t you, Mister B-J? You know how to treat me, don’t you, you dirty bastard?!”“Oh yeah, filthy communion-taking. But yha log bahut c kahania sachi bta kar apni juthi kahania likhte h.. M kafi time se story likhne ki soch rha tha par time ni nikal ska..Ab jyada time waste na krte hue sidha story par aata hu.Muje sex me mja forplay ko lamba khinchne me ata h..Meri age 20 yrs h or meri gf ki age 21 h uska fig 34 d 30 36 h vo kafi khubsurt h..Mera nam aadi h or gf ka nam neha(sbi name changed) h.Hum dono mbbs kar rhe h or dono hi kafi achi family se..Ek bar hum chd se shimla ghumne gye hmare sath 3 or couple. The summer of my 18th year finally came and I was finished with high school at last. I had won a major scholarship for the local state college and I so looked forward to some carefree days before taking up university coursework. Once again I boarded the bus for the long trip south from Portland to tiny Weed, CA, a dusty little town straddling the Oregon-California border. I was so happy to see Dan and Betty anxiously waiting for me when the bus finally groaned to a halt. After so many summers. I quickened my pace as I noticed my voyeur had turned left and gone between two trees. I turned where he had, but couldn't see him. My shoulders slumped as I sighed in disappointment. This was just typical. I twisted round to leave the way I had come and came face to face with a tall man with broad shoulders and dark hair. It took me a moment to realise that I was facing the stranger who had been watching me for the best part of an hour.I opened my mouth to say something, but he quickly covered.