Mera lund to mano tent house ban gya.Dimag sann mai dekhta rah gya unhe,fir unhone achanak mujhse bola oye kya hua tujhe to mano jaise mai neend se ja...a or hadbadte hue bola nahi di kuchh nahi.Boli chal mai kapde phan lu fir brkfast krte hai.Wo andar gyi n kpde phan kr aayi.Wo sirf white t-shirt n blue short me thi.Mera lund ab b baithne ka nam nahi le rha tha.Hmne brkfast kiya or mai unke rum me baith kr net par clg k nam dekhne laga.Didi aayi or bate krne lagi wo mere bilkul pass baithi thi. But she was drunk. She was looking at Jezebel’s boobs. But she was drunk. Was she bisexual? Did she like girls? She knew one thing. Jezebel liked her. As she was thinking about this, her phone vibrated. It was Jezebel. It read:“Did you now? You’re not so bad yourself,” With an emoji attached to it.She then opened Grace’s message and texted back:“Yeah, what’s up?”At that point for her, it just got a little more complicated. She looked at the time. It was time to get to her first class.She got. De l'eau, s'il vous plaît. Ah, mon jeune ami ... Non, non. N'essayez pas de vous asseoir. Comment vous sentez-vous?"Fear gripped me as my surroundings came into focus, and I tried to ask where I was, but all that came out was a croaking sort of cough."Ne bougez pas, s'il vous plait." He put a hand on my chest lightly to restrain me. "L'infirmière est en train d'apporter de l'eau."Once I realized that there were no restraints holding me to the bed, and that there didn't seem to be anyone around. We walk into the kitchen together. My brother is still in the back yard, playing.Julia walks over to the kitchen counter and starts making me a sandwich.I walk up behind her and hug her from behind. My hands on her waist and my dick pressed up against her ass. She exhales deeply but continues making the sandwich.“No. We can’t do that now.” She saysI start kissing her neck from behind and Julia quietly moans.“Why not?” I ask.“You have to be patient” She responds.“I can’t wait, I want you” I.