Here comes the climax of this story. It was in the afternoon, the baby and mother were sleeping in the master bedroom. This girl and me slowly went in...to children’s bedroom and started our activity. She was wearing Punjabi suit on this day. I started smooching, pressing her boobs and for the first time I moved my hand to her pussy. Her pussy is wet and I was rubbing it, once I moved out my hand and saw white liquid on my fingers. She was not able to control and asked me insert my dick. I said. That night Marissa went to bed thinking of her big date with Dylan. She had no clue what to wear, but then again she wasn't worried about it since she knew she had Gene to help her out with that.Saturday had arrived and Marissa woke up with her heart racing. "Gene! Gene!" She yelled out.Gene was fast sleep in his bottle and was awakened by his world moving. He looked up and saw Marissa's eyes looking down at him as she viciously shook the bottle. He got up with a headache. All night he kept. That all changed at a 17th birthday sleepover for my best friend and classmate Kirsty, a slimline blonde with a chest I am sure I was not the only one to envy. We had a lot of fun, played games, indulged in some technically illegal drinks supplied by her parents… and late on, the conversation inevitably turned to matters of a lewd nature.I was surprised to learn that most of them very much enjoyed sex, of various types, with multiple partners, but I let it slide. Just thinking about it made me. Mere bra mein apna lund ka pani chodd deta tha aur mujhe wahi bra pehnne ko bolta tha.Poonam:- Maine uska lund ka pani bhi piya. Hamari shadi nahi ho payi kyuki caste issue tha. Lekin mujhe uske sath bohut maze aaye.Rahul :- Didi aap toh bohut maze ki. Mujhe toh aap bohut shareef lagti thi.Poonam :- Beta koi shareef nahi hota. Sab maze karte hai.Rahul :- Didi ek aur question puchu?Poonam :- Kya, bolo.Rahul :- Didi apna first night ka experience bataiye na.Poonam :- Ye kuch zyada nahi ho.