Wo agee bethi aur me piche phir wo dire-2 bike chalane lagi. Me uske touch ho kar beth gaya me bar-bar hath uski jhangho par laga raha tha wo kuch nah...i boli mera hosla bhada to me uski jip par hat lagane laga tab bhi wo kuch nahi boli to me uski jip kolnrlaga tab wo boli yaha nahi rohit tome bhola koi nahi dekega. Tab me uski jip me hath dal kar panty par hath rakha n cooth k baal ko touch kiya n choot k ched me hath gusaya. Wo boli rhoit ab tum hi chalao bike aur bike chalata hua central par. I am not being boastful, merely as honest as I can be. My voice is pure. Those who hear my song will always remember it.How can I explain this to you readers? There were great singers and story tellers in Earth's history: In the 2400's ER, there was Rendorich. The 2200's brought Mortok. In the 1900's ER, there was Sinatra and Woody Guthrie and the poet Bob Dylan. A few centuries earlier was my namesake, William Shakespeare, who carried the title of 'The Bard.' Considering all those, still, I am. At that time I was in confusion weather is it going to be fun or just some boring studies.So from next day I started with my Tuitions. Her place was a bit far from my place. She was leaving alone as her parents were staying in different city. So I rang the bell and wait there for a few mins.After that she opened the door. She was just looking hot. I could not take eyes of her she was simply wearing a loose t-shirt like one shoulder naked and shorts. The shorts were really short which showed her. .. DO... (whack) ... THAT... (whack)..." I told her. As I smacked her bottom. Then returned my finger to her asshole.Anna gasped, gulping in air as she tried to force herself to relax. But it wasn't easy, in this position, and under these circumstances. I cut her a little slack for her effort, though.Pouring a little more mink oil on her asshole, I slowly worked two fingers inside her anal passage this time. Anna shrieked again, as she felt the invasion, then she jerked as hard as she could on.