Princy meri taraf gusse se aai aur bola ki mai teachers ko sab bta dungi.Mai bohot dar gya aur usse request karne lga ki please ksi ko mat btana.Par w... nhi mani aur jaane lgi.Maine request karte hue kaha ki mai kuch bhi karunga par please kisi ko mat btana.Yeh sun kar wo ruk gyi aur kha ki pakka kuch bhi karoge.Maine bina soche samjhe haan kehdiya.Phir usne kha thik hai lekin hum jo kahenge tumhe karna padega.Chalo ab apne kapde utaaro yeh kehke usne saare doors band kar diye.Mujhe naa chahate. I hope you enjoy it! Italian Fantasy **Italy, night time, outdoor cafe. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.** My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. Youre wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy. We lay without stirring, or uttering a word for a long time, supremely happy; my prick lingered as if it intended to stop permanently in its trap, she made no effort to dislodge it; at last it began to shrink, then curiosity began, down went my hand between our bellies, wet as if from a bath of gruel was my doodle and her quim. Then she spoke — the first words uttered — “No — no —.” The feel had such an effect on me, that my prick began again to stiffen. I had with Charlotte failed ignonimously. I had to touch you, too. I reached into your skirt, covered your hand with mine and buried my longest finger instantly into your pussy. Your skirt fell open enough for the cab driver to see almost all of your leg. Your skirt only managed to cover our hands. Your mouth was matching the strokes on your clit. I added a second finger to the heat of your cunt and moved in time to this erotic drumbeat. I was somehow able to notice the cab was moving quite slowly and looked up enough to see the cabbie.