Ashu : ha ha haAshu : mari training khatam hone wali hai uncle aap bas maze loUncle : to aaj raat ka kya plan haiAshu : main to humesha ready rehti hu...b week me kam se kam 2 baar meri chudai hoti rahi or din gujarte rahe or meri training ko bas one month reh gaya tha or uncle ko apani family k saath shadi me jana pada kuch din k liye . Jab uncle wapas aaye tab mera last din tha training ka .Uncle : yaar ashu aaj tumhara last din hai mujhe bahut bura lag raha haiAshu : ha uncle mujhe bhi bahut. I went behind her and wrapped my hands around her body. I was acting on what felt good without the care of the outcome. One of my hands was under her shirt, slowly rubbing around her perky nipples. Her head was bent forward against the mirror and her long brow hair hanging over the sink. I was slowly kissing her soft neck and her ear. I lifted up her skirt and started felling her pussy, it was still wet, worm and slippery. Her lags started to spread as I was running my fingers along her. Looking at my reflection in the water, seeing a weary young man with a gash over his left eye.. Carefully I clean myself as best as I can. Feeling a little steadier, I continue toward where I saw the smoke. Every step bringing me closer, my mind a flurry, where the hell am I? , how did I get here?, how did I get hurt? Coming to a clearing, I see a small, cottage, stone and log, with a thatch roof. The smoke ,lazily, drifting from the chimney. Quickly, looking around, I draw my sword and close. While I was taking in her physical beauty, I was reminded about our online connection, and the ways in which we had brought each other to orgasm solely through our imaginations (and masturbations of course): texts, phone calls, and a few pics always seemed to more than enough to do the trick. The incredibly creative and vivid fantasies we had shared previously flooded my mind again as I lowered myself between her legs. She was still so wet that I didn’t need to guide my hard cock into her,.