Aap sb ko pata hai ki mujhe ladkiyon ki gand bahut pasand hai or main chodte waqt unki gand main lund jarur gusedta hoon bada maja aata hai yaar.dosto....us ladki ka naam tha sudha. Jab se wo humare dept. main aayi thi main use dekh dekh pagal ho raha tha use chodne ke liye,khaskar uski gand marne ke liye.Kasam se kya maal thaw o ja chalti thi to kya gand matkti thi uski.wo jayadatar pajama wali suit hi pahanti thi or week main ek do baar hi jeans pahanti thi.so do saal baad wo pass out ho gayi. Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to doing even more-depraved. I didn’t notice but then Lesley must have removed her shoe because I then felt a stocking foot in my crotch under the table. I was helpless to do anything in return, so let Lesley take control of things, and soon my jeans started to get uncomfy !!. We finished our drinks and headed off, this time going to The New Court house and managed to get a table in the corner. As usual it was dark in there but not so easy to talk, though was able to have a conversation. As we chatted and joked and. It jumped against his body as she lowered the shorts. Intentionally brushing the waistband against his length. She watched with bright shiny eyes as he was revealed to her. She felt her mouth begin to water. Eager for a taste. She licked her lips, before lowering her head to his hip again. Slowly she made her way down to his thigh. She made sure that she never touched his cock. She knew she was being intentionally cruel, but she wanted to keep him on edge for as long as possible. She moved her.