I’m Suresh and I’m from Delhi me B tech 2nd year me hu meri height 6 feet h or me regular gym krta hu jisse meri body kafi acchi h ab me apka jyad... waqt barbaad nhi karungaso lets move to the story ye story 4Mahine pehle ki h jab me apne gaon gya tha saal baad gaon jane pe mujhe kafi acha lag rha tha waha bohot barish ho rhi thi me us waqt apni mausi k waha gya hua tha waha pe meri mausi mausa,meri sis or ek or ladki thi jiska Naam mamta tha pyar se use momi khte the wo bohot khubsurat thi jab. And across from me, smirking like a mad monkey, was John Hollins, my best bud, who nonetheless always gets a kick out of needling me. Me, I'm a freshman too. My teachers all think that I'm smarter than most of the seniors, though. Other than my advanced intellect, I'm pretty average. I shot another glimpse at the clock. Two fifty-seven. The last period on Friday is always the longest time of the week. Have you ever noticed that? I was sitting there, trying not to fall asleep as the teacher. She pulled out a comb from a drawer and a pair of scissors. She began combing and clipping and I watched as my dark hair fell across the cover. The bits of hair, small but in clumps, would tumble to the top of my breasts and then hang there. I was captured with the image of this and could see the tips of my breasts rise and fall with each breath. Aunt Rose was humming a little tune as she worked and kept pulling my head up until I felt a crack on the back of my head with the comb, “Now set. . . Baby. . . Faster." she crooned. Corey began to move quickly, his thrusts increasingly becoming more and more powerful. Her head dropped to the side and her eyes closed as her breasts began to rock to the rhythm of his thrusts. Corey was working up a sweat as he could feel the primal urges taking hold again. He began slamming deep into her pussy, his balls slapping loudly against her plump ass. "Fuck yes . . ." He groaned as he grabbed hold of both her breasts and squeezed. "Oh fuck Corey. ..