Fir meri saree kheench kar nanga karke ek sunsaan sadak pe marte marte Surekha aur Pushpa ke ghar ke peeche ke khet mein le gaye.Waha unhone aag jalay...i aur mujhe pehle us aag ke pas marte marte ghumwaye. Rinki aur Raani meri gaand aur lund par chamte marne lage. Sushila mere lund ki tip mein aur gaand mein thuk kar malne lagi. Tab tak Surekha aur Pushpa condom lekar aaye aur khane ke liye chicken le kar aaye.Un sab mujh par ek ek kar thuka aur Sushila to seedha apna peticoat utar kar mujh par. “Fuck yeah!” Was all he could say. Laying side by side we started to gently fondle and play with each other’s cocks. I knew that if we both started to suck each other hard we would cum right away. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I suggested we play a game. “How about one of us does a technique and then the other will copy it. We’ll call this monkey feel, monkey do”. We both cracked up and he said, “cool”. I kissed his balls then he kissed mine. I licked his shaft up and down and he. Main aik dam Kharhee hogaee aur hall main daikha keh har taraf andhera hee chaya huwa hay. Mamoon walee window per shayad curtain thaa jo keh bohat hee mushkil say nazar arhaee thee. Mainay soch keh aj yah phir kabhee naheen. Yeh sochna tha keh sara khof khatam aur amain aik nidar aur baikhof larkee kee tarah hogaiee. Main ahesta ahesta mamoon kee taraf barh rahee thee. Aik windo chorhee aur doosree window tak pohanch gaiee. Isee window kay kenaray mamoon thay. Main nangee hee thee aur mamoon. Maybe. ‘Look,’ I say, exasperated now. Her presence grates on my nerves. The sight of her. The smell. Lavender and bubblegum and alcohol – one of those Victoria’s Secret bodysprays. It clings to her, just like those baby blue leggings she wears under an oversized Playboy baseball t-shirt. She spends more time in the gym than I do, her figure slim and curvy at the same time. I catch myself staring, and my scowl deepens. ‘I don’t know why you’re here, but you should go.’ I should stop there, but.