This story is about d girl who i fucked named Sasikala n his lover name is Harish.Let’s take u to d story Sasi is my friend close enough to me to te...ll everything happening between her n Harish.. She is a beautiful girl with beautiful white face n an awesome structure she always wear tight dress were from your dress itself u could guess her body sizes. She has 34-32-34 sizes imagine her boobs and ass my god it’s huge that if u try to catch her ass in just one hand… One day in our class she was. I slide my hand down until I can’t feel her skirt anymore and then go over the top of her thigh and in between her legs. She opens them for me and my hand finds its way to the center of her heat and discovers out how wet she is. Her moans fill the car and I continue my course. I return to kissing her and look up briefly to see if anyone is watching, and no luck to be caught this time. I kiss her entire face and then her neck and throat. The whole time my hand is rubbing over her mound and. It simply is not possible.’ She seemed pleased to please me and smiled. ‘What are you reading,’ she asked, glancing at the book I had set aside at her approach. ‘A biography of Timur Lenk, known to the West as Tamerlane or Tamburlaine, 1336-1405. By whatever name one of the greatest conquerors the world has known, and inadvertently responsible for your costume this evening. Sit down, while I call Jefferson.’ She sat on a recliner beneath an adjacent sun umbrella and I pretended to resume. When she was as ready as I could get her I took my thumb and put across my palm and wrapped my other fingers around it. I noticed that she was watching me now and I showed her my hand position but said nothing. “Um, oh, um Ellen you see….”she stammered then continued “I have never been fisted before.” she finally confessed. “Well, you are about to be now.” I thought but again I said nothing. I lowered my head and began to lick her clit as I pushed part of my fingers into her pussy. I kept.