Mujhe acha laga. 2nd day uska wapas call aya boli aa jao yaha.Mujhe bhi bor hora tha to me 1 90ml wishky leke waha chala gaya. Friend ka farm house mu...he pehle se hi pasand tha. 2 ghante bad pohcha.Ab me waha pohcha to dekha usne chicken banaya tha. Boli yaha murgiya bahot ati hai. Aap aane bole isliye banae. Me mast peg marte marte chicken bhi kha raha tha. Itne me usne dupatta nikal k baju me rakh diya. Uske boobs ko me dekh raha tha. Wo boli aise mat dekho waha kuch kuch hone lagta hai. Me. Like you’ve seen me.” Puzzlement crosses your face. I tilt my head to indicate the bed. “Lie down.” You walk over and lie on your back, looking up at me.. I move to stand by the foot of the bed. I close my eyes for a second and put my hands on my breasts. I let out a slow ragged breath before breathing in deeply. I caress and lift my breasts, pinch and tug my nipples, teasing myself. I look down at you. “Can you see me?” The words are barely out of your mouth before you reply, “Yes. Yes. I can. But not for long. All of a sudden, it erupted into a creamy trail of come, which as his prick withdrew, splattered onto Kirsten’s chest and down his legs. Kirsten smiled as more come dribbled out of her mouth, and then without pause up with the beat, as it took her higher and higher and higher. Pumping. Thumping. Hitting hard. Banging on. Relentless. Never ending. And then it started to rain. Not for the first fucking time at a festival. The music continued uninterrupted. And who was on. “I’m sorry mom, I’m so sorry.” I was nearly ready to cry. Mom saw the look on my face and moved right over to me and wrapped her arms around me, drawing me in close to her. “Oh honey, it’s alright,” she spoke softly next to my cheek. “I’m the one that should be sorry. It’s been so hot and all I’ve done is tease you today with my boob show and fanning my legs.”“No mom it’s my fault, I’m such a jerk. Please forgive me.” She did not release her gentle hug on me. She rubbed my back and cradled my.