So whenever I had a chance to help any grandfather climb a stairs and use to lend my shoulder as support, I would just tingle in all the right places....Poor old man would bless me while I just wished he…. So here is how my first experience of being fondled by my man happened.I was in class eight and was traveling by the BEST bus back home, the bus was crowded. I went and stood near the ladies seat, but the woman standing in front of me was wearing gajra, which I don’t like. So I stepped back. That almost made me cum on the spot.I in return wood try to make my cook as hard as possible for her to see, sometimes stroking it, sometimes playing with my balls and once I just gave myself a trim down there.We would never talk about those blissful few minutes each day whenever Sam and I would talk, we would just know they would come and wait for them craving, like a junky waiting on a fix.The first few times we did this, our parents were out of the house, but on the fifth or sixth day, mom. Now, I will taste her." Up until this point she had stayed fairly quiet, other than her breathing. Now the moans started. Again, I kissed every erogenous zone I knew, before finally moving on to the sexual parts.I licked every inch of her breasts. Sucking hard on each nipple. I then turned her over, and licked all the way down her spine. I kissed every inch of her beautiful ass. I even returned a little favor with my tongue in the right place. Her body shook so hard, it could only have been an. After Sam warmed up and her pussy relaxed and received me even more, she began to ride me with great verve, moaning openly, crying with pleasure and giving herself completely to this experience. The first of her orgasms ripped through her with great force. She did not hold back in her vocals and squealed and moaned without restraint. She sounded like she was giving birth. As she came, her pussy gripped my cock and began to milk it; it was not like anything I’ve experienced before. It felt like.