To Simran chatpta pari.uski chiikh nikal gai.Maine jaldi se uske muh min main muh rakh diya or apni zib uske muh main dal di fir Inder jordar shots lg... reha tha or main or Simran ek dusre ki zib chus rahe the.Main jhuki hui thi is liye piche se meri choot or gand Sarab ya kamal Ko invitation de rahi thi tabhi maine gili gili zib apni gand main ghusti pai.Maine piche mur ke dekha wo Kamal tha or bare chaw swe meri gand chat reha tha.Main bhi uski zib ke sath apni gand ghumane lagi.uska lund aab. So my chosen technique is not the ‘look into my eyes’, or the ‘concentrate on the swinging pendulum’ kind of crap. It is more just feel yourself relaxing, deeper and deeper, peaceful, relaxing kind of crap. But I works for me. And surprise, surprise, it fuckin’ works for her too. After a few minutes she is in a trance. Unreal, fuckin’ unreal.So, first the history stuff. It is after all what she was anticipating and hoping for. So I am telling her that World History is important, that this will. She became business-like:"Here you are. I hope it's all right. You go and bring your stuff outof the van, and I'll get on with making up the bed. The sheets areairing, so it won't take me long. The van should be all right in thestreet for tonight. We'll try and open the back yard gates tomorrow,and see if you can put it in there."She had the room all ready by the time I came back; carrying mysuitcase, and with my scrapbook under my arm. She told me:"The drawers are empty. You may as well. Respondi mordendo sua bunda macia. Fui empurrado pra trás. Ela me olhou, dominante, e, fazendo um não com o dedo indicador disse: - An an.... ainda não!Ela rebolou na minha cara e depois desceu até o meu membro duro. Ao sentir que eu já estava pronto para possuí-la sua pele reagiu, ficando arrepiada. Não resisti àquela cena. Pus minhas mãos em sua cintura, guiando-a para que aquela dança não parasse. Dessa vez ela não me empurrou pra trás. Apenas seguiu os movimentos das minhas mãos, rebolando.