Mere Email ID: Par mail jaroor karen or bataye ki kahani aage jaro rakhoon ya nahi? Hi friends, mai vinu, haazir hoon. Phir bhabhi or mai bedroom mai...gaye. Hum dono hi lagbhag sookh chuke the. Maine phir nikkar ki maang ki to bhabhi boli- uper se sookh chuke hain par abhi nami hai use sukhane ke bad hi pehanna. Mujhe bhi ab aise hi maza aa raha tha. Bhabhi boli bed par let jao pehle mai tumhara land sukha deti hoon. Phir tum meri choot ko sukha dena. Mai janta tha ki mere kehne se kuch nahi. My story begins with my bully, Sam. She secretly has a crush on me, however, she doesn't know how to say it. Her best way to say it is like a child on the playground. Its kinda cute. _The only problem is she is a bit extreme with her bullying. _Another problem is i used to hate it, but now that it's normalized, it is kind of erotic. It doesn't mean I'm not embarrassed. It also doesn't mean that I do it willingly. Its when it's pushed onto me that it truly makes me feel alive. She doesn't do. He gave us a glass of Dom Perignon Champagne, and we giggled like girls do, then I asked him about STD's and we told him about my friends current predicament.It must have been the champagne as I watched his face, then hers, and the thought that in a few minutes he would be looking at her so intimately, I suddenly felt sexually excited at that thought and began to experience those deep sexual urges that really excite you.My friends face was a picture of torture and exquisite pleasure, my. A shortish fat man appeared, very portly and very nude under his open house coat dressing gown, displaying a fat cock under an overhanging hairy stomach.I stole a look at again, she had stopped pushing and was looking where I had been, at his fat cock, 'God Moron Felicia', he said in Swedish, I swear I saw his cock twitch at the mention of her name, she smiled an open smile, 'God Moron Sir', she replied in her native tongue, and looked at me, and then back to his cock, before pushing off down.