It was all the extra money that I could muster, and it took every ounce of courage to hand her the plain white envelope with note inside on another em...ty Friday night. She looked at me as if I were a crazy man. Please read the note inside, I whispered it, trying not to sound desperate,fawning over the trace of black lace showing from her bra. She didn't say a word and I left, red-faced, swearing never to return to her store, not able to face her certain rejection. I went back to my apartment. Me uth kar apne baap k pass gayi. Or uske lund ko sehlane lagi. …. Mene kaha betichod tera lund meri choot me jana chahta hai. ….. Aaj me iska pani nikal kar rahungi. …..Phir kya tha mene jhuk kar papa ka lund muh me le liya or choosne lagi…….. Papa bhi siskariya lene lage ….. Aaaah aaaah aaaah beti madhavi aaj tune mujhe jannat ki shair karwa di….. Choos beti choos…… Uuummmmah ……..me doggy position me choos rhi thi achanak anil mere peeche aakar gand chatne laga. Mujhe bhi achaa lagne laga. 15. Now completely naked in front of her equally naked coach, Katie felt somewhat embarrassed and, if possible, even more aroused. She looked at her coach and practically swooned over his mature, toned body. He was only thirty, and half the girls in the school had some sort of crush on him. But seeing him like this, without clothing or shame as he stepped closer to her, she felt so feminine, so...womanly....she was so aroused she could melt into a puddle at his feet. She looked up at him, her face. He stuck her tongue in Savita’s mouth, and she moaned. She undressed Savita while caressing her body, and it drove Savita wild. Before she knew it, Savita was nude on the floor with the sitarist avidly munching on her dripping clit.Savita’s eyes were shut tight, and she yelped as the sitarist ate her pussy passionately. Savita’s thighs shook as she moaned into the mouth of the artist. The sitarist smiled as she wiped Savita’s cum off her face.Savita got dressed and left in haste. She was now.