V bnd kiya or mere sath he la8 gayi …me abi tek sonay ki acting ker ra tha us k letnay k 10 min baad me ne krwt bdli or aik haath us kmammo(boobs)pe...r rkh diya us ne helka sa hath htaya nahi heta to chor diya thori dair baad me uss k boobs hlkay say dbaya tto wo kuch nahi boli or mera der b utar gya me nay dusra hath us ki phudi per rkhna chaha to hath rkhtay he daaikha noor ka haat shlwar me hay me noor k 7 jephi lga k us ki neck(garden)k sath apnay hont lga k saans lenay lgaaa 10 ,18 min baad. The next afternoon I walked around the back yard (clothed) to look for safe areas where I was sure no one could see me. I figured if I got nervous again that I could move to one of those areas and feel safe. I even decided to leave a t-shirt and shorts in the shed for emergencies. And so began my regular use of the back yard at night to relieve my exhibitionist fantasies. After a couple of weeks I was going out not only stroking myself but started lying in the grass and jerking off to orgasm.. Curiosity, lust, and just plain a****l instinct drove Her to slowly, hesitantly run her hand down his chest. As she ran his hand over his stomach, she realized just how in shape this guy was. He was really toned! She reached the top of his pants, still kissing him passionately, loudly. Her hand hesitated. Would this be too soon? They had only been making out for about ten minutes or so, should she grab his crotch already? Her hand answered the question before her mind could. It slid down over. .. hmm Sir? Good boy…that I will keep in mind . But for now I want you to say Mohammed… he opened my legs wide and held his hands in my kneeholesHe spit on my cunt , I felt his saliva running down my hole onto my butts. It felt horny and cheap in the same way, but also honoured to have something from his DNA on my body….You know what I want …do you? Hhhmmm? I wanted nothing more than to serve his lust and be the vessel he needed. Yes Mohammed…please…good boy….but I am afraid tough it’s gonna.