Money was no object in her life. She even had two cars and was looking at a third one. She had a red Mustang convertible, a black Trans-Am and now she... wanted a midnight blue Corvette. She loved sports cars and she had a feeling that her father was going to get the Corvette for her as a graduation present; and the party was tomorrow.When it came to looks, she had it all there also. She was a beautiful, petite, one hundred and five pound, blue eyed blonde that had a c+cup rack on her with pink. Main- plzz bolo na kya huwa .Bhabi- tum sey bolney ajjeb lagraMain – main kuch nai bolunga plzz bolo.Bhabi – main aaj nahatey waqt ….Main- ha bhabi boloooBhabi – main nahatey waqt apney neechey key bal saaf karrahiithii;;;;;////to……Main- boo kya huwa.Bahbi- waha per choot lagayi mujhey bahut dard hoora hai.Main-bus itti si baat main abhi dettol deuta hu aap waha laga do .Bhabi – nahi ussey bahut jalan hoti hai .Main -nai bhabi kuch nai hoga main bolru na kuch nai hoga.Bhabi- agar tumharey. Posters of boy bands,and celebrities adorned the walls. A closet full of bright, sexy clothesappeared. It was a room of a teen girl. And as the room filled, so didDaves head. Memories began to flood into him, memories of school, of hisfamily. He remembered his boyfriends, his girlfriends. He smiled as he rememberedbeing voted cheer captain, he remembered his first time. How nervous hewas, how nervous his boyfriend was, and how it hurt, and was over far tooquickly, but not before it felt. I rolled Clara off me and lay her on her back, and buried my face between her thighs. Olivia had finally turned the damned flashlight off and gone back to her boyfriend, satisfied that Clara was okay, and I began to lick and kiss Claras juicy slit. She had a light muff, this being back in the days when very few females that I know of ever shaved their pussies, and soon I had my tongue and a couple of fingers working at her slit. She had, she told me later, never, ever had her pussy eaten.