. aur chusti rahi uske lund ko.. muh se nikaal kar uske lund ki topi pe jib ferti rahi.. aur kiss karti rahi.. usne kaha ” saali tu toh raand hai…... le.. jor se chaat.. ” aur main uske lund ko chusti chusti laal kar rahi thi.. woh jhad raha tha aur mere mooh mei apne maal giraane laga.. maine rokna chaha par usne mera muh pakad liya aur saara maal mere mooh mei jhaad diya.. main pi gayi uske maal ko aur usse yeh dekh ke mazaa aa raha tha.. aur mere nange sharir ko dekh kar usse aur bhi chadhne. She is an obvious attention slut and flirting obnoxiously with her boyfriend. Obnoxiously because I am jealous of him of course. Well at least I am sitting so I get a great view of her tits every time she leans forward to tease her boyfriend. Damn, she looks right at me, catching me staring at her tits. She giggles a little but other than that seems like she don't really care and continues chatting with her boyfriend. I quickly look away and turn my attention to the street trying to seem like. I remember those hands. But, as for dating, she had always struck me as too careful, too prim, too perfect. She had seemed to imply she was available for dating, but she’d seemed too pure to try to kiss. If this were fictional porn, maybe I could make Margaret into some sort of kinkster who blew me in the bathroom at Barnes & Noble, but that's not what happened.Accompanying Margaret that day was her twin sister, Anne. Not identical. Unlike her sister, Anne had not been in our honors classes.. .Valerie……I…..I can’t hold…..” John is lost in Valerie’s body, in the moment of oneness, in the thrill of release. He hears Valerie’s moans and cries of release as she too loses herself in the ecstasy and the two of them cling to each other as the tremors, the convulsions, the spasms sweep through them and slowly subside like the ocean’s tide. Valerie cries out, “OH god John……John….It’s so big….My god it’s BIG this time. Ahhhh….my god don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The moans, the cries, the.