Black basic silk skirt, mid thigh, smooth shaven legs.I'd been walking quite often and my shape was svelt and slim.Into the night I went closing the d...or behind me and walking under thetrees to the familiar walkways, the night air felt wonderful on mylegs and bare shoulders, Dior bag slung over my shoulder.Freshly shaven face, with a touch of extra powder and concealer, withnew lip gloss gave a professional look, my slim figure smiled back ina stylish look in the reflection from black glass. Uske saath maine kabhi sex nahi kiya lekin baaki sab kuch mein uske saath kar chuki hoon. Tum uska naam sunoge to dang rah jaoge wo vyakti aur koi nahi balki Dilli wale mere Nitin Bhaiya hai jo ki tumhaare Jiyajee hain. Tum chup chaap pahle meri baat sun lo uske baad jo tumhe achha lage wo karna.Ye baat us samay ki hai jab main Inter paas karke competitive exams den eke liye Ghaziabad se Dilli aaya karti thi. Us samay meri umar kareeb 18 saal ki thi. Jab kabhi mera exam centre Nitin Bhaiya ke. They certainly hadn’t come to this point quickly or easily. Their journey had been one of long, winding roads, and it wouldn’t do now to ruin it with lousy sex. They’d met back in the summer of ’02. Well, perhaps ‘met’ isn’t the most appropriate word. What they really had done was talked. Justin’s sister was Lynn’s best friend, but Lynn lived somewhere in the midwest, and the only thing that two people could do with one another when one was in Boston and the other was in God-Knew-Where Middle. He was pounding into me so hard that it sounded like I was being slapped as his pelvis slammed into me. It was painful to the point that it hurt more than the rape of my throat.They were both pretty excited. Between the idea of raping me and all of the foreplay as they had tormented me while watching the DVD they had made last night they were really wound up pretty tight. Kevin grabbed my head and thrust once more, all the way down into my throat and he left his penis buried there with his.