Par kiss kaha karta huma koi safe c jagga nahi mil rahi thi us din hum bike pa tha aur school chla gya huma kafi dhyan bhi rakhna tha ki kisi ko pata ...a chla.School sa lauta vakt papa na mujha pick karlia . Agla din ma apni scooty pa thi aur woh farm ka passkhada tha usna mujh ishara kia ki idhar ajao aur ma uska bike ko follow karna laggi aur hum farm ka thoda andar chla gya. Wha par mena ussa pushaki kyaha toh woh bola ki yaha koi nahi ata aur pedh pauda boht ganha ha . Aur yaha sa pecha ki. "Come on, Jeff, just hit it a couple of times"I knew that she wasn't going to stop, so I said "Fuck it" Then I took two long puffs from the joint. After coughing a little. I waited for my buzz to kick in. I wasn't sure if I did it right, but suddenly everything seemed to slow down and I had a serious case of the giggles. I began to laugh as I passed the joint back to Kesha. "Ha ha ha it feels like I'm floating"Kesha tossed the joint roach in the garbage, as we made our way back into the living. They were adhering to their promise to obey.John added, “And they may also introduce you to the joys of the comb. Hair always looks better when combed.” Then with a deprecating laugh, “Ignore my own tattered thatch for now. It will be attended to once I am home. My beard is what you get if you are a man. One has to live with it, for cutting it off is too complicated and repetitive. I just tried to keep it under control.”Both girls giggled at these admissions from the important man who was now. I felt my pierced nipples get hard, and he knew it too. His free hand moved towards my chest, not grabbing it like most men I’ve fucked have, but stroking it slowly. He ran his finger over my nipple through the tight fabric of my shirt, then roamed his hands over my tight belly, then over the slippery fabric of my leggings. He kneaded my ass cheeks softly, and briefly touched my cameltoe, causing me to moan in pleasure. ‘Mmm.. Oooh. ohhh’ ‘You sound excited’ he said. I chuckled lightly in.