Kris sat down heavily on one that contained all his books and looked around at his bare room. Surely everyone felt nervous when they left home for the...first time. Sure he was worried, but not half as bad as he had been when he had brought Erasmus home for the first time to meet his parents.They'd spent a lazy afternoon lying on the sofa in the summer sunlight, Erasmus reading. Kris just lay and watched him. His Lion had been so splendid, the curve of his shoulder, the little lines around his. Me kabhi unke lips par kabhi unke kandhoPar kar raha tha. mera hath ab boobs ke upar se hata kar niche legaya didi gaoun ke upar se chut ko sahlane laga didi ki chut ek dam gili ho gai thi . ab tak didi ne mera shorts niche khich diya tha mene jaldi se apna tshirts nikala or didi ke gaoun ko upar kich kar nikal diya or didi ke boob spar tut pada me didi me boob ko sahla raha tha. or uske boobs ko chus raha tha didi ab kafi garm hogi thi didi mere sar ko pakad kar niche ki tarf le jane ki kosisi. I dove in, tongue working over her lips, and soon flicking on her insides. Her "little man" peeked out thru her folds and I covered him with butterfly kisses and I heard her let out a moan and sigh. 'Yes, she said, oh yeah, right there, then quickly she returned to her ministrations. I made a circuit, kissing her thighs, her stomach, into the cleft of her ass and back to her vag. It took a while, I could feel the beginning of a strong eruption building within me, but not yet I thought.. His fingers slide up and down between my labia, across my hole, teasing me, then finally slip inside. It feels like two fingers, wriggling inside me, curling up to find my soft spongy special spot, and then scissoring inside, pressing against my vaginal walls to stretch me wider. I feel a dribble of my juices running out and down my inner thigh.In the near distance, I can still hear voices: laughter; someone calling a dog. Anyone could walk round that bush and find us. It’s so exciting, so.