Tabhi mere dimaag mein ek idea aaya mein bathroom mein gaya aur maine apni jeans or underwear utaar di or sirf Pajama daalkar kitchen mein aa gaya aur...jidd karne lagga ki mujhe bhi aata ghoondna sikhao thodi der baad deedi maan gayi main deedi ke peeche aa gaya, maine apni chest uski peeth se chipaka diAur peeche se uske haatho par hath rakh ke aata goondne laga (deedi aur meri height same thhi 5’10) deedi ne kaha tum aage aao maine kaha mein yahi par theek hu. Aur fir deedi aata goondne lagi. Kavya devilishly smiled. I took my time and thoroughly enjoyed Kavya’s tits.My tongue began to wander south as I gently licked and nibbled on her belly. I started to unfasten her jeans. I stood and tugged at the pant legs pulling free her jeans to the floor. I was blessed to see even more of Kavya’s milky flesh again contrasted by her lacy black panties.I placed a pillow underneath Kavya’s lower back. I spread her legs and began to lick her creamy inner thighs. I could smell the musk of Kavya’s. Now?"DAVE: Uhh ... there we go ... Well, Melissa, I can afford this place because this is a special community. Have you noticed anything about the neighbors you have met?MELISSA: They seem nice. And at least there are a couple of girls my age, so I s'pose I'll make friends easy. Haven't met any boys yet.DAVE: Have you noticed anything about ... about their parents?MELISSA: Well, they seem nice, too. Although I've only met a couple of girls, and I haven't met either of those girl's moms yet. Met. Because my grandfather liked them I’ve secretly begun to like them as well. It makes me feel guilty of being hickish and a closet country-bumpkin. I strive so hard to listen to Mingus and Monk, I can really get into Brubeck and Frank Sinatra… music of four decades ago. They play it in coffee shops now, where people don’t listen to anything but themselves. I was raised by intelligent people. White collar, college educated parents. Intellectuals? I doubt by New York or West Coast standards. They.