"Hmmm, maybe you should play barefoot," I suggested. Mom slipped her shoes off and placed her toes on the pedals, arching her feet with her heels held...high, further slipping her dress up her legs. I nodded my approval. That song was more difficult and we had to stop and start many times. But it was fun. Every time we stopped, Mom patted my thigh with her left hand as a kind of 'good work' signal. When we moved onto a third piece, I suggested that we each play with one hand. At first, I let my. Ye sab karke teri asli aukat bata raha hun. Taki bar bar na batani pade”“Birju, please main apki sari bat man lungi. Mujhe khol do mujhe mutne jana hai. Bohut tej lagi hai” “Kholunga to tujhe kal subh, tere mutne ki jagah jarur bana deta hun.”Fir Birju ne rassi khol Puja ko neeche kiya aur dusri rassi pair wale dande par band di. Ab Puja ki tange upar aur sar neeche. Dande ko vajae se tange chodi thi to chut khuli hui thi.“Le ab mutle jitna mutna hai tujhe.”“Birju, please main aise nahi kar. After a loud scream into the pillow I slowly pulled it out as she moaned again.“No, put it back in!” she commanded me.So I slid it back in and then began to pump her ass like it was her pussy. Only this time when I felt that urge I let my load go inside her ass. Why the fuck not? Did you ever hear of someone getting pregnant from an ass fucking? As my cock began to go soft I pulled out of her ass and flopped down on the bed next to her. We lay there for a few moments then got up and went into. I didn’t want to ever get to the point where things like that were commonplace.When I returned to school, Alicia stopped me between first and second periods, catching me at my locker. When I closed the door and turned to find her standing there, she was staring me in the eyes, a slight smile on her face.“I don’t know how, and I don’t care, but thank you, Hank.” She said softly, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. With that done, she turned and walked away, leaving a trail of silence in her.