Then ask me to lay down. She would then check my pulse, my eyes, tongue (french kisses afterwards), my heart, comment about by belly and tell me to st...p drinking, then she'd follow down to my dick. She'd pretend I was sick or handicapped (unable to move my arms to jack off if she would define it). Then she'd give me a hand job, going to blowjob, then she'd hop on me and we'd fuck til we both fall asleep or she notices she's late for her class.A few weeks passed and it got boring. The whole. Ka muh fela dia mai tadap rahi this..vah meri chut () …ko lips ke mafik kiss kar rahe the achhanke usne apani jibh under dal jio jo sidhe meri clit se tkarai mano aaag lag gayi ho sssaaaahhVah apni jibh se meri clit ko sehala rahe the mujhe lag raha th ki mera discharg ab hua ab hua mai apne hatho se apne boobs ko masle jar hai thi fir iffy ne mujhe pakdake nichhe ki aur khichha mai column se tike tike nichhe bethne lagi tabhi ghutne ke bal bethe iffy ne mujhe apne jangho par khich liya usk. The lack of conversation while we ate felt normal, and the date in general no longer felt like a first date. Maybe it was weeks of casual acquaintance as a customer at her place of work, or maybe we just ‘fit’ one another. I finished my plate and took it to the sink. I turned around to help clear the table, but Cami was already headed over with her plate and she rinsed it quickly. But I noticed her smile was gone and her eyes furrowed in thought. I wondered if I had misinterpreted the. I folded my clothes neatly and put them on the chair below the elephant. Covering my two ladies and cooch with my arms and hands, I turned to face the laughing Adonis.“You better take off those high heels. Put these sandals on.” He held a pair of homemade sandals with a bigger, torturous smile on his handsome face. I had to reveal my privates to take the sandals and untie the straps of my R2000 or $100 heels. Bending forward, my tits swung free, giving him an eyeful. But most of all, his cock.