Ek din seema boli mujhe ki usse kahi bahr ghumne jane ka mann kar raha hai to me bola jate hai na to vo boli aaj nhi kal jaate hai me ok bola.Mujhe ky... pata tha ki kal mere naseeb khulne vale the.Dusre din me subah 7 baje clg aya to mene usse bola chal hum abhi nikalte h to usne kaha abhi nhi 11 baje jate hai . Me kaha theek hai . Tabhi hum friends me sab masti kar rahe the aur humare group me mujhe aur seema ko chodh kar sab couples the to hum subah subah hide and seek khel rahe the .Sabse. I hooked up my PlayStation in her room and we were trying our best to kill each other with some stupid fucking game. After a couple of hours we got restless again and calling our friends didn’t help, they just told us what they were doing which only depressed us more. “Hey, I have a little weed, you want to get high?” Jane asked.Our parents were already in bed so I knew it would be safe, “Sure, where is it?”Jane rolled to her stomach on her bed and waved a hand toward her bureau, “In the bottom. My hands just locked his right arm and I pressed his arm with my boobs. We were laughing and talking to each other. The eyes, the stare, and the look, whatever you may call it, appealed to us so much that we were drawing so much attention. Society is such you know, the difference in our age, I mean Rohit and mine, was quite obvious and it was not this that our society fails to appreciate, it is the feeling of love or the feeling of being enchanted by your partner that the society struggles to. He rolled with her, smothered her with kisses, wrapped his legs around her, rubbed his cock against her, and basked in the beauty of her fantastic body. He entered her again, easily, confidently, and lovingly. He loved how she whimpered as he entered. He held her head in his arms, her face in his neck, and whispered how much he loved her in his ear while penetrating her deeper, listening to her cute little cries.The cries got deeper. She growled again. She was shaking. Trembling.“My love?” he.