Rukte hi twinkle boli-re jitna dam sa na tum sabme pura dikha do.Phir twinkle gahar jaake ek daru ki bottle leke baith gayi. Vo saate ladke meri taraf... bhookhe bhediyon ki tarah dekh rahe the.itne mai ek bola-“chori kapde utar” Main dheere dheere apni jeans aur top nikalne lagi. Itni mai ek bola-“ke puri raat kapde utarne mai laga degi”Aur usne mujhe pakad ke mere saare kapde phad diye Phir vo saare nange hoi gaye.un sabke 8-9 inch ke bahut mote mote lund the.mai ghabra gayi aur uth ke jaane ki. I went up behind her placing my morning wood between her ass cheeks and grabbed her boobs in my hands. She was enjoying the attention but she was nervously looking over if her son woke up. I turned her around and gave her a deep kiss. She pushed me away playfully saying she had to cook breakfast before her son wakes up. As she turned away I spanked her ass so hard she jumped a bit “Saurabh !! Not now, later”. I knew my next window would open when she put her son down for his afternoon nap. But. At the end of summer, in August, I left for U of M and football camp, and a month or so later, she left for Harvard. We called at first, almost every day, texted even more often. We wrote e-mails and talked about our days, our lives, our classes. I told her about football and how much harder college ball was than high school. She told me about her four roommates and shared funny stories about them.September turned to October, October to November and the calls became more infrequent, the e-mails. I keenly waited for the first view of her tits. But before that I thought of helping her shed the last piece of garment on her fully vulnerable body. As I was kneading away on her fleshy arse, I pushed my thumbs into her hole which made her almost scream so loudly that we both were scared it might have woken up Supriya. Fortunately Supriya is a deep sleeper, so there was no question of her waking up before 7am. Simultaneously alongwith kneading her arse I was entwining her panties with my.