She was slowly moaning were Kishore was watching.Hearing that I can’t control myself pulled her towards me and planted a deep kiss in her lips place... my hand in her hip and pumping her and she was so aggressive she was sucking my mouth like a vacuum cleaner and I started to suck her tongue and she totally tasted my saliva. She took my hand from her hip and placed it in her pussy and started to remove my shirt and pushed her to the sofa and jumped on her but suddenly Kishore said he will leave. It's hard to overcome. A crush that I believed would end in nothing except discomfort among ourselves. Afterschool, I was walking home when I see her by herself, walking down sad, with her head down. She never really acted like this, from what I've seen. I started to walk with her, and asked her, "What's up?" She gave a modest reply. "I'm walking home" Even her voice was sexy, fragile, and cute, like herself.For some reason, she never really backed off from me. I always thought she knew I liked. I couldn't move. I lay as still as I could as I felt her fingers exploring the length of my penis starting down at my dangling balls and slowly working up the thick shaft all the way to its sensitive, swollen head. "Big—" I heard her huff as her fingers eased my prick back down on my belly. Then I felt her fingers leave my cock and curl around my wrist. Dragging my hand over to one of her breasts, she pushed it against the soft, quivering mountain of tit-flesh and then let go. Hesitantly, I ran. The wet, rough tongue circled around her shell-like ear, then teased at the earlobe until she was a quaking mass of desire."Fuck me now! I need you fucking my cunt! Rape me, Tony! Do it!"Her hands fumbled at his crotch. Although she was working behind her back, she managed to get the zipper and run it down with a metallic hiss. Her hand suddenly filled with round, hot, hard prick. His cock bucked and danced in the circle of her fingers, assuring her that he wanted her as badly as she needed.