.mene aapni kamar se ek jordaar jhatka diya …uske muh se ek jordaar cheekh nikal gyi ,uski cheekh se pura room gunj gaya.Uski aankhoon se paani nika... aaya ..par aabhi tak mera poora lund uski choot me nahi gaya tha ..bo aapne jivan me pahli baar chudba rahi thi ,aur aabhi tak kuaanri thi es liye use bahut dard ho raha tha ,me kuch der saanth uske uppar leta raha fir mene uske aansu poonkshe aur kaha ki thoda darad hoga fir aachha lagne lagega tum himmat rakhoo ,fir mere aapna aadha lund hi. There was no need to get ahead of herself. She let the train pull into the next station, hoping fervently that no-one would embark. No-one did.As the train accelerated into the tunnel, Becky checked quickly on the couple, then turned her attention back to the man. He seemed half asleep, but he was what she had. She pulled her right sleeve up. There was no reaction. She placed her hand just above her knee and moved it up and down the black nylon stretched across her leg, half stroking, half. The first thing I did when I entered her room was to apologise. But she said there was no need to apologise and this time suddenly she jumped on me and started smooching at me. Our tongue was in each other’s mouth, exchanging saliva.After kissing for 5-6 minutes, we let go of each other. She said, “You are doing so much for our family. This is a small gift from my side. But I need one more help from you, which you can’t tell Ashish also.” I agreed to it.She told me that she was suffering from. This was insane. What would my mother say? My mother. What would she say? She wanted me to be happy, but like this? Would she be disappointed? Angry? Disgusted? I hardly knew my mother thanks to the chronic illness that had robbed me of her. A tear broke the surface in my eye. I stifled it. "You okay?" asked Andy, my youngest flatmate, entering the kitchen. "Yeah, fine. Just thinking about my mum." I decided to leave the kitchen before any more debauchery happened. I tickled Andy briefly and he.