My trunks fell to the floor, my erection bobbing free. She gasped as she took in the sight of my hard cock pointing at her. “Oh my god,” she gas...ed. She looked into my eyes as she sank to her knees.“Sandi! You can’t…” Words failed me as she took my cock into her mouth.I leaned back against the wall. “Oh fuck, this is a bad idea,” I said. “Mm-hmm,” was her only answer. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead and her lips slid down my shaft. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, losing. Hermoine was silent for what seemed hours while she read the letter over and over again making sure to take in every single word, after a while she slowly put the letter down and without a single word got up and sat on Ginny's bed, she softly layed down next to her and wrapped one arm over her pulling her into a hug. After ten minutes Ginny finally looked up from her pillow to see Hermoine with tears in her eye's, she softly rolled over and wrapped one arm around Hermoine returning the hug she. Idhar mera excitement main bura haal tha main apne lode ko hilane laga ki tabhi mere hath se window ka door poora khul gaya aur mausaji ki nazar mere par padh gayee. Mere to sharm aur ghabrahat se bura haal ho gaya. Main wahan se wapis upper jaane laga to mausaji ne aawaz di aur mujhe apne kamre main bula liya. Wo dono nange the aur unhe zara bhi sharm nahi aa rahi thi. Jabki shram ke mare mera lund bhi sikud kar 2� k ho gaya tha. Tabhi mausaji muskurate hue bole � sharmao mat mujhe pata. By noon at least a thousand people had filed into the field. I watched several contests of motorcycle precision driving and acrobatics, and wandered around checking out the increasing number of bikes being parked from new arrivals at the rally.The wet t-shirt contest started at eight o'clock that evening with raucous shouting and cheering. I stood to the back of the crowd clustered around the stage as chilly water got poured down the front of each buxom contestant. Even from my position I could.