Lagi mane dakha uski chut par ek bhi bal nahi tha chuchi nembu ka aakar ki the uska rang bhi itna kala nahi ha jitna phala lag raha tha uski ma boli k...sa mal ha mane kha 1class or ma bhi kapda utar kar shower ka nicha aa gaya mane ladki ko pakda to who ma ko dakna lage to uski ma us sa boli ki sahab ha tab mane uska hoto ko mouth ma la kar chusna laga uska hot chusna ma bhot anand aya uske ma bhi humara pas aa gayi or mara lund ko mouth ma la liya mara lund pura khada ho chuka tha mane ladki ka. I’m sure neither of us knew what we should do. Our first day back to school went as normal. The regular routine with nothing out of the ordinary. School had let out a couple hours ago and I was walking out to my car after basketball practice. I had decided to shower at the school and my hair was still drying as I neared my vehicle. As I threw my bag in, my phone buzzed. It was my Rebecca. “My place?” I text back, “When?” “Now!” Within fifteen minutes I was knocking on her door. She opened it. The scent he wore lingered with me long after we had parted. He was the only guy that has had that effect on me. I don’t know why. In my mind, Mr. Parson was the only male I would enjoy as a boyfriend, but I know that was just a dream, me being so young but it was a nice thought at night when I was in bed touching myself.My sister Aliyah was three years older than me and thinks boys were greatest thing since sliced bread. Mom even lets her go on dates. It made me laugh watching her getting. The olive oil was slick, but thin enough that I could feel every contour of his helmet as it slipped in, so that I knew when the coronal edge was past the closure. “Okay,” he said, “now comes the part that feels a little strange at first. Just stay relaxed and go with it.” With that, Marty slowly pushed the rest of his girth into my bowels, until he was up against my asscheeks. “How is it?” he asked. “Different”, I admitted, “but not bad. There is this feeling of fullness.” “Give it a minute,.