I was breathing in short gasps, trying not to overthink it. The first time we’d tried it had been a mess, I’d been far too nervous but over-eager ...nd it’d hurt like hell. This felt different. Easier. More prepared. I moaned as he pushed harder and then I was stretched around him, his body pressing against mine. I didn’t want him to pull back but he did, gradually, as though warming me up.I couldn’t help the noises I was making and his hand moved up to my mouth, fingers pressing into it. I. Bhabhiji ab sb samajh chuki thi to wo boli ki jldi kijiye ya fir yahi utar dijiye.To fir maine jldi se use bed pe chhor diya aur hatte boobs ki touch v kr liya.Mai turant apne room me aya aur bhabhi ko yaad krke muthhi v maarli.Ab to mai bs bahana khojta tha bhabhiji k karib jane ka.Kuki ab mai bs use chodna chahta tha.Ek din uske pati kahi bahar gaye hue the jo mujhe uske bete se pata chala.To bhabhiji nr mujhse kaha ki chhotu ka school jana hai to kya ao mujhe waha chhor dnge.Bhabhiji ab. By some demographic oddity, the population of Coksf’yoo was swamped by adult men under 40. Coksf’yoo men were excellent physical specimens, friendly and outgoing. And (how can we put this) very conscious of the island’s dependence on the tourist dollar.As a result, Coksf’yoo became the No 1 global choice for hen parties, Womens Institute ‘fact-finding’ missions, and tired businesswomen on a winter break. Diana, Marjorie, Veronica and Dolly rented out a top-shelf DVD recently about the island.. Then we became more eager, intense, kissing with reckless abandon. Our tongues danced together softly, darting out occasionally to taste one anothers lips. I took her bottom lip gently between my teeth and nibbled ever so slightly. She was delicious. Soon, we were kicking off our shoes and she was unhooking my corset as I was peeling off her tank-top. We stood there for half a moment, simply admiring one another before we resumed our frenzy, unbuttoning each others denim and tugging them down.