Sharma bole ki jab tak meri biwi nahin aajaati tum yaa to meraa lund choos liyaa karo yaa apni gaand mujhse maraaliyaa karo is ke liye main tumhein al...g se paise doongaa.“maine poonchhaa ki is ke liye aap mujhe kyaa dein ge? Voh bole lund choosne ke liye pachchees rupaye aur gaand maraane ke liye pachaas rupaye.“maine kahaa ki yeh to bahut kam hai. Agar aap pachaas rupaye lund choosne ke liye aur sau rupaye gaand maraane ke liye dein to main is ke liye taiyyaar ho saktaa hoon.“main jaantaa thaa. My classmate responded to most of my curious questions but changed the topic or hung up the phone giving an excuse when I increased the intensity.One day, I decided to check if she had the same feelings (or any!) for me. But before I could put her in a tricky situation, she asked me about my friend that puzzled me. She was quite casual while asking for his number and told me that it was about a trivial matter over a library book.After I gave my friend’s number to her, there came an unending. I would usually leave the door open enough so that I could peek and see them fucking. I liked it better that way, because they left the light on, and I could see her better. I loved watching my moms body getting groped, her breasts fondled and sucked on, I could imagine the milk coming out as John sucked on them. I loved how he fucked her face, which looked like it was torture, but I loved seeing the spit run down between her tits and John fucking them. Watching my mom, I learned early, how to. Dont stop!!! But you said it was bad, you joke, only sliding a fingertip across her wet lips. I dont care, she whines, grinding herself on your hand. You reach up, undo her shirt, and unclasp her bra. She pretends to cover herself, but you kiss her stomach and gently remove her arms from hiding her breasts. Her pink nipples are hard, and you pull her shirt to bring her closer to you. Rubbing her pussy through her panties, you suck each nipple into your mouth, sucking gently and earning low.