. She wasn't natural.She wasn't being herself.And she didn't introduce Carla!Not that those dumb friends had asked for an introduction, but so what? I...t was Linda's obligation! I mean, no need to say: "This is Carla Ferrara, the woman I sleep with," but... Simply: "This is Carla" would be fine. Just to include Carla in the conversation. Right?People walked by them. Guys stared at them, at Linda and Carla, not at those dumb friends. And they were staring at them because they were beautiful.A. Maine dhire se uske blouse ki hookk khole and blouse bhi utar di..N sath me hi bra bhi utar k fenk di..Ab wo bas saye me thi and kya lag rhi thi..Uske boobs jaise mjhe ishara kar rhe ho k mujhe dabao and chuso…Ab maine uske saye ka nada dhila kiya and wo niche sarak gya..Usne use pairo se alag kar diya..Ab wo sirf red color ki panty me thi..Uska gora bada mere samne nanga tha..N mai ab uske sath sb kuchh karne wala tha..Wo ekdam sexy lag rhi thi…Maine apni sirt utari and usko god me.Utha kar. I dropped Sally off at home and without changing back into my skirt Iwent home, wondering just how I would tell mom that I have a sort ofdate. But, the minute I walked in the house I started crying. My pent upemotions finally broke loose. During my blubbering I told mom whathappened and that I had a sort of date with Stanley, only the biggesthunk in the entire school! Expecting a soothing tone that told me I wasa silly girl, I was shocked when she said something different."Well, I suppose it. The word ‘try’ echoed worryingly around my skull. After a few strokes I began thrusting my hips in time with her. I could feel growing wetness down below.“That’s it, try not to come too soon.”Her pussy felt so tight I couldn’t have come if I’d wanted to. It was like she was squeezing the head of my cock at each move. I started to stroke her left thigh with my right hand, then I reached up my left hand to her breast, I used my thumb to circle the nipple in time to her thrusts. She seemed to like.