Dis is my 4th story. Mai yaha pe story keval holi tak likhunga. Mujhe aap sabki madad chaiye. Plz meri pheli story”Tell me” padhkar meri madad kar...ye. My id is N thanks 2 da boy.who reply me.its not mine . Dis story of my friend. Jise mai suna raha hu.Maire college mai ek bahut sundar mam aai. Her name is anu. She is vry sweet. Aap sab bhi apni mam ke peeche padte honge. Mai(yani mera dost). Bhi mam ke piche pad gaya. Mai usko har samay ghurta rheta tha. Unko class me padhane nahi deta tha. Vo. So after letting all 5 of us give her long, deep kisses as she let us work her already opened sweater and bra completey off her body, she remained standing there in just a miniskirt and high heels giving us a much better view of her entire upper half. It was only when I admired her for a minute or so when I finally thought – here is a tiny girl so damn skinny that you can literally see her entire rib cage seemingly trying to rip through her delicate skin, but yet tits so fucking massive in size. .." She struggled with the concept of submission, "... to serve. It's... all good..." Ah." Frankly, the concept that anyone would WANT to serve him was virtually incomprehensible -- but she seemed sincere... "Okay, slow..."Leticia moved back in, eyes locked on his as her thick lips absorbed his length and her tongue went to work under his foreskin. And it was good -- very good!! Leticia wasn't just giving a blowjob, she was making love to his cock, and Boris felt things he'd never felt before. Ok, maybe not in high school. But now, at my age, this was crazy.Juan stopped the car in front of my door. "Yann? Isn't that Sean's car?"Yann's legs were still wrapped around my waist. He'd taken the pants all the way off since we were going home and had been happily bouncing on my unnaturally persistent erection."Is that what?" He gasped, confused."Sean. Isn't that his car?" Juan pointed to the only car that wasn't mine."Oh fuck!" Yann exclaimed, looking out the window. "What's he doing here?".