She stepped into the bath, enjoying the warmth of the soapy water as she sat down, it washed over her body and made her feel good. She thought about w...at she should wear for her meeting, she knew he loved stockings and she would wear the thong that she had purchased from the Ann Summers shop, together with the bra that uplifted her breasts. And a white blouse and black skirt to finish off. She smiled to herself as she picked up the sponge and soaped her breasts. She could feel her. Muje achi tarah se yaad hai wo Budhwar ka din tha jab hum pehli baar mile the.To wo din aa gaya. Uss din me achese tayyar ho ke nikal pada aur station pahoch gaya.Meri dhadkan badne lagi thi yahi soch ke ki satish uncle kaise dikhte honge.Tabhi unka call aaya aur unonhe kaha ki wo gate number 2 pe khade hai. Unonhe muje wahi aahe ko kaha. Mai waha chala gaya. Meri najar uncle ko dhund rahi thi ki achanak muje piche se kisisne awaj di “Rahul”. Mai dar gaya aur piche dekha toh ek acha khasa. “But it didn't stop there did it?” Dave said.“No, not exactly. He put my hand on his cock through his jeans and… well, I sort of rubbed it a bit,” Jane stuttered. “Well, he must have thought I was up for it and has been texting me asking for a one-off fuck.”“And you are considering it are you?” To her surprise. Dave didn't sound angry, just interested.“Not exactly, but a variation has crossed my mind,” Jane said.“A variation on a shag? What the fuck is that exactly?” Dave had raised his voice. “Yeah, she ‘popped my cherry’, wish it had been you though,”I moaned again as he continued feasting on my core. “How old were you?”He chuckled softly before responding“Sixteen, I don’t think she would have if I hadn’t been legal,” he laughed again, “she taught me a lot, like if I slide my fingers in and press them up, like this,” his fingers slid into my core and pressed up finding my g-spot, “it’s possible to make a woman squirt.”“I can’t squirt Caleb,”“Can’t, or haven’t?” he murmured as he.