I had reached the point of no return. I opened her legs wide and kissed her shaved cunt.I ran my tongue from top to bottom. Lapped my tongue on her cu...t. Nibbled the flaps of her cunt and inserted my tongue. She kept my hand pressed on her breast while I sucked and nibbled and licked her cunt. Her moans were getting louder and I was pumping milk out of her breast. Her milk flowed down along her belly in to her cunt. The mixed taste of her juices and milk was divine, suddenly her thighs locked. Some were regular lovers, others hated each other. Quarrels were common, especially over lovers or even hookers. Since these women were always seen in the social world, they could not afford to show signs of having been in a brawl. Even a scratch had to be explained. Since duels were now i*****l, the upper-class lesbians settled their jealousies and differences by paying hookers who fought their battles for them. This scheme also had the added pleasure of enjoying the sight of two women. Main sabki nazro me bhot sarif tha isliye uske mummy papa ne bhi koi aitraz nahi kiya. Gao se bahar nikalte he wo bike me meri kamar pakad kar baith gai raste me gaddhe hone k karan usne mote mote chuche meri peth ko lagRahe the tb humne bat start ki aur mujhe pata laga k wo bhi mujhe like krti h aur jb rat me muth mar raha tha tab usne mujhe dekh liya tha maine bike sunsaan jagah pe roki aur use kis karne lag gaya usne bhi mujhe jor sePakad kr kis krna start kr diya pas he me bhot jhadiya thi. But I never got to go all the way with those preg-nancy paranoid teenage girls. I was 14 at the time and pretty amateur myself.When I was 15 I moved in with my uncle's family in another part of the city. The side of the city where girl were a lot less well brought up. My earlier attempts at getting into a girl's womanhood had failed in the face of virtue, morals and just plain common sense. In this new neighborhood however, the boundaries on how far a good girl should let a guy go were subtly.