“Not that bhaiya” and I broke off, crying. He placed his glass on the table and held my face “What happened Neha?”. I told her everything; slo...ly his grip from my face loosened and his expressions changed. “I’m guilty bhaiya, I am so sorry, it all happened because of me. Please forgive me”. I pleaded.“It’s not because of you Neha, it just happened. She might have been careless while crossing the road. Don’t accuse yourself for this. Whatever is written, happens. You are not guilty” he declared.. She has the face of a blonde haired angel but is built like a porn star with natural 34Ds, slight waist and slim build and an ass to die for. She loves the outdoors and you can tell that by her tanned toned smooth skin.I'm a football player, above 6 foot and pretty well built. I realised early on in life that I have a pretty large penis. I also think I have a medical condition in that I cum a lot. I've seen Peter North videos and I must say that on a good day I produce more that the best. I was seriously burning up. Like I said before it was summer so I had the fan on put it was still no use. My mother told me to strip and only leave underwear on. So I did. This brought some relief but it was still unbearable.“We really need to get an air conditioner in here,” she said.I mumbled something back and turn over spreading my legs and arms to either side. This increased the surface area so that I could feel the breeze from the fan. I guess my mother was getting tired herself because. Fit, smart, an enthusiastic and inspiring lover, well mannered, well spoken and, to say the least, well hung. My parents owned a dairy farm in the southernmost part of Sweden. They also bred pigs, since the yield from the cows alone wasn't enough to sustain us. For reasons of convenience, I still lived with my parents. Work was only 2 km away and I had half the house to myself. My boyfriend, who lived in the next town, came to visit as often as possible. We usually spent our time fucking away.