Humne plan kiya ki yeh match dekhne chalange mauj masti krenge. Muje nahi pta tha ki mein ipl dekhne ke baad itni rich or beautiful ladki ke mazze lun...ga toh dosto yeh IPL 2012 ka match 12th match tha jo ki raat ko 8 bje tha.Humne advance mein hi ticket book karke rakhi hui thi. Finally match wala din aaya or hum 6-7 friends ghar se nikle wankahde stadium ke liye. Jab hum andar pahunche toh kya nazara tha stadium poora full tha Mumbai indians ke supporters jyada the because mumbai mein jo match. “You’re being a goody goody.” Sighing Kelsey raised her shirt up but as Serra was about to take the picture she dropped her shirt again. “”Let’s do it together.”“I know you! You’ll show it to people.”“No I won’t. On my life. Let’s do it.”They again turned to face the mirror, hand a hand on the bottom of their shirts. Serra counted, “One…two…three…” Then she raised her shirt above her tits so it would rest above them, Kelsey did the same but quickly lowered it again. They both laughed and Serra. Fortunately, though, my cousin Samantha's parent's also bestowed the same fate upon her, and the end result was that both us were sent to the same camp. Little did we, nor our unsuspecting parents realize, though, the lasting repercussions that their mutual decisions would have...Things went fairly well, although somewhat uneventfully for the first three weeks. Mostly we and the other mostly adolescent girls were arbitrarily encouraged to participate in the standard group activities and attempt. Suddenly I feel your finger slide in as you wrap your lips back around my clit. The sensation washes over my brain and my body quivers again. First one finger then two.You begin to move them slowly but you quicken pace as you start to swirl your tongue around my clit faster. It isn't long before the feeling overwhelms me again, and again I orgasm. Half way through my second orgasm, you suddenly slide back up in the bed, you're now over top of me and I can feel your throbbing cock touching my.