Kiss karte karte maine usse deewar ke sahare laga diya aur usse daba ke kiss kar raha thaIssi tarah hum 5-7 min kiss karte rahe jaise he hum alag hue ...sne ek bhuki sherni ki tarah meri T-shirt nikal me fenk di aur meri pant ka belt bhi usse pahle wo kuch karti maine usse ulta karke apna lund uski garnd pe ragardne laga aur uske boobs upar se dabane laga wo mere kamar pakard k apni garnd ke upar kaske dabane lagi aur ussi pose mein meri pant ke hook khol ke mujhe sirf underwear mein kar diya. His fingers rotated between playing with my breasts and playing with my fanny until I was so aroused. My eyes closed to hide me from the humiliation of knowing. I just couldn't help it and finally he forced an orgasm from me. I cried out and grabbed his wrist, not certain if I were holding it to me or attempting to remove it, but whatever my hips continued to jerk against him and my orgasm just rolled on and on."There, there s*s". I sagged against him, panting, my head on his shoulder. "That's. As he spoke, it was as if I couldn’t turn away. It was almost like everything he said was directed only to me – whispered only in my ear. I swear, it confounded me into silence so that all I could do was listen. I’ve never met someone who could speak so well.”“His words spoke of courage,” she went on. “He spoke of country and duty. He spoke of love and necessity – the love we have for our people and the necessity of caring for them – for their physical needs and their spiritual needs. His words. Not knowing what else to say, Lilly nervously asked, "Hey, does anybody have another joint?" She felt her voice catch in her throat as she asked the question."Yeah, sure," one of the boys (Maybe . . . Chet? Lilly wasn't certain) said. He pulled one out and lit it up. The stilted silence resumed as the joint was passed around. When the joint reached Lilly, she took a little hit and said: "Hey, guys . . . thanks for showing me how to do this without killing.