She was very cheerful in class and an average student…She often asked me doubts as I am a top student…A friend of mine but I don’t like him much...��Just in the name, he is a friend …His name was Akshay. He had a crush on ammu…..One day he insisted me to propose her for him…I used to chat her through fb..So I decided to tell her that evening via FBOn FB, the chat began like thisMe: hi ammuAmmu: hi da.What are u doing?Me: simply sitting and chatting.You?Ammu:hihihi same here.Me:oo…GoodAmmu: nice. He looked at her for a moment and then looked away."Hey, poop head," Katie said."Hey," Ken responded, smiling at the old nickname they had called each other when they were younger.An awkward silence followed, neither of them knowing quite how to act after the previous night. Katie walked over to Streak's stall, and greeted the big, black horse. "Hi fella." The horse approached her and allowed her to stroke his muzzle."Katie, are you mad about last night?" No, why would you say that? Did I act. I slid my hand down to feel her upper thigh and found that the shorts she was wearing were now not up on her waist they were at her knees. She grabbed my hand and put it on her very heated pussy. She was so wet, the sene had ended but she kept her hand where it was and was taking her thumb across the tip of my cock. Every so often she would grab the base of my cock and squeeze and pull up bringing a little cum out to rub around the tip. I continued to circle her clit with my finger, I would. I didn’t really waste any time in pushing her kameez over her head, I wanted those milk laden tits worse than the pussy. It was erotic the way she was trying to hide her pussy by crossing her legs and turning this way and that as far as she could. I knelt down beside the bed and took hold of one the tits; she tried to turn away so I couldn’t get to it. But there’s only so far you can get when you hands are tied wide apart. I started to squeeze it slowly and then harder. She started screaming as.