To dosto ye baat ek month pehle ke hai jb unke bacho ke school open the unke bachie school gayie hui thi wo hamarie ghar kuch lene ayie to ghar main k...i nahi tha sirf main he tha mene gate khola to mere samne punjaban maal khara tha kya gajab lug rahie thi dosto main unhe dekhne laga to wo bolie dekhte he rahoge ke andar bhi ane doge mene bola oh srry ajao kya karu app ho he ese wo hus ke or saman leke chalie gayie us tym main laptop pe laga hua tha to jb main sham ko unke ghar gya to wo mujhe. ” I kissed her again deep in her mouth and she started sucking my tongue, while I lapped away her saliva.I finally moved down to her thighs, and once again spread them to expose her throbbing cunt. My! It looked lovely. And then I started eating her pussy licking her from vaginal entrance up her clit and following the outer edges of her vagina covering both sides, going up and down. She was bucking like a mare in heat. “Ooohhhh. Divine it is. What a lovely way to start our love making. Go on. ”I can feel him enter the room, feel him searching for me. I can see in Oma’s eyes that he is beside the pocket doors somewhere on my left. I resist the urge to acknowledge it, the slightest Oma glance confirms that I am right to ignore him, to let him search for me in the crowded room.His voice is perfect, calm but having an impatient undertone as he is greeted. He is courteous but not looking for any of the pleasantries which are so necessary in times like these. He wants me, needs to see me,. It was these heels. I'm still not used tothem." No, it was all my fault. Sorry, I shouldn't have bumped into you."I stooped to retrieve her bag. It was leather, with a gold chain shoulderstrap. The heels were spikes on leather boots that came to just above herknees. Her tartan skirt below a black long-sleeved jumper would have said'private girls school' - if it weren't for the boots. She brushed herlong mousy hair away from her face as she took the bag from me."Thank - "As she looked at me.