.or mar kar dikha du ga.tabi vo chounk gayi or boli ki main kiya samjau tumeh.or apna shareer dheela shod ke kahane laggi na to hamari shadi ho sakti ...hai or na hi iss rishte ka koyi fayida hoga.agar kisi ko pata chal gayia to hum dhono hi khatam..or bedroom me aa gayi..mujhe kaha tum jao..maine kaha ki iska matlab mai har roj tumeh dekh dekh pagal ho jau or mar jau to vo chup rahi.Maine usko apni or kheencha or kaha meri taraf dekho.usne dekha to maine uske maathe par kiss kar diya to vo mujhse. We had not yet found words save enough to talk about what we had done.Helen, however, managed to banish any after-the-fall feeling. Every one of her moves and gestures helped to maintain between us a warm afterglow of intimacy. As she put on her bra and slipped into her panties, jeans, and tops, she, at times, glimpsed and smiled at me. I was getting dressed too. She finished first.Assuming the mannequin posture from her earlier, tantalising striptease, she declared, “Well, what do you say?. He let his mind wander as he thought of her taught, full breasts and what it would be like to feel them, suck them. Her long blond hair spilled out on a pillow as he knelt before her, his throbbing cock in his hand, ready to plunge it deep in her sweet, hot pussy. Wow, he thought, I'm giving myself a hardon thinking about my best bud's sister. Better cool it. He tried but all he could see was Carla. He wondered if she was a virgin. That would be some stroke if she were.. I enjoy cuckold and creampie stories, but I have recently started reading bisexual stories.” I knew right after I said it that it was a mistake, because I could see Mike lift his eyebrows and he showed great interest in my choice of reading material. Mike kept asking me more questions about my fantasies and whether I had ever acted on them, and he finally caught me off guard. Mike said, “Come on Ed, tell me the truth about whether you called about my message.” I had been drinking so.