He whispered in my ear, “You should be down there dancing with titties like these.” I said, “You like them, huh?” He softly moaned in my ear. ...I pushed my ass against him a little harder spreading my legs so that his cock could slip between them and get more friction. My best friend standing next to me had a wild look of disbelief on her face because we had just gotten to the club and the next thing you know I am sexing it up to the high hilt with a complete stranger. I looked at her, smiled,. " Your son," she replied reluctantly, almost clipping off the words, "Never ever tells me. He is too busy with his other - beautiful women."I was shocked - no red-blooded male could leave this Madonna of beauty for anything, least of all for the very same characteristic that she was so rich in. Then I remembered the old adage of beauty lying in the eye of the beholder. As we gazed over the quiet lake that watered my land, I could sense the hurt in her - the wound I had irritated must have been. Thodi der wo log aise hi mere sath karte rahe.Uske baad rajiv utha aur usne lund mere chut pe rakha, aur badi berahmi se lund chut ke andar ek hi zhatke mai daal diya, mai jor se chikhna chahti thi but mere muh mai lund tha, aur dusra wala banda abb mere boobs ko chusne laga, unn tino ne ek dusre ko kuch ishara kiya, mai kuch samjhi nahi, but dusre hi shan samaj gayi.Unn dono ne ek hi sath lund ko ek sath andar kar diya aur ussi time tisre ne mere boobs ko jor se kata, mai kuch kar pati usse. I had explored myself ‘down there’ many times but that wasn’t something I wanted to talk about.Johnny of course was the dream boyfriend for most of the girls at school. Taller than me, dark haired, athletic, handsome and intelligent he was clearly destined for greater things and was the object of many schoolgirl crushes.My closeness to him was a constant source of bafflement for the more ‘girly’ amongst our cohort and frequently attracted some unpleasant, spiteful comments. When it was clear.