During class, he would sit behind her, perving on her perfect ass. All he wanted - all he was sure he would ever want was sex. He wanted it from her, ...and he wanted it bad. They were in sex education at that particular time, learning about the different parts of the penis and vagina, and Troy felt seedy for how much it aroused him. With every slide and picture that went up, he imagined Delphine's naked parts and wanted her desperately.At the end of the class, she took a while to pack up her. Then, the eight hours of "music" began to play.The "music" was actually numerous sound files I had downloaded from the Internet over the past few months as I had planned this event. However, these were not normal, "mundane" sound files – these were the sounds of women in the throes of ecstasy, including a number of true screamers.I glanced up at my husband's face, and saw a smile begin to form as he heard the first breathy exhalations of the first sound file. "Whoa!" he exclaimed softly, and I. Bua ke markrt se ate mene bata diya ki mene wo book aj tkiya ke niche rakh diya hai to wo halke se muskarai aor boli…almari me esi bahut books hain tumare fufaji late hain chaho to lekar padh liya karo jab babli ghar par na rahe.bua ka ye kahna tha ki mera lund underwear me khada hogaya.bua ne apna dupatta hata kar rakh diya wo ghar me duptta nahi leti thi keval salwar kamiz ya nyty pahanti thi.meri nazar unki badi badi chuchiyon ke ubhar par chali gai.man hua bas masal dalun.ab main chhup kar. As I enter the bar I’m hit with everything all at once, my senses are assaulted. From the dark smoky alcohol filled air that affects my eyes, nose, and lungs. To the beat of the music which I feel throbbing in my pussy. To the whine of the guitar which threatens to tear out my soul. I look around and find him in the corner. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few.