5 h or uska figure 34 26 34 h or dikne me bilkul lara dutta jaise dikhti h to agle din batai Hui jagah par hum mile or wo aakar meri car me baith gayi... hum waha se sedha hotel me gaye or waha humne ek room book kiya or hum room me chale gaye room me jate hi anita mujse lipat gayi or boli arun mujhe aaj aurat bana do maine uske lips ko apne lips se dakh diya or unko chusne laga anita bhi mera pura satth de rahi thi 10 minute hotth chusne ke baad hum bed par aagaye or wo meri shirt nikalne lagi or. I expected this moment to be a huge turn off for me, but what I smelt while she was still blowing my dick was the most intense and best scent I ever came across. She made me appreciative and addicted to eating pussy. During the next 90 minutes I licked every single spot until she squirted multiple times straight into my mouth. Her squirt tasted kinda sweet - not like pee but more like a mix of water and pineapple juice. It's still a miracle I didn't cum during these two hours of "foreplay".. No one seemed to be able to penetrate the shell around me or to get inside of what I was thinking and feeling. No one that is, until I was 17. That was when the impossible was accomplished by the most unlikely person to accomplish it. My cousin Kim, the person I had tormented the most when younger was the only person to get inside of me.It started after another one of my fights. It was the summer after my junior year in high school. You see, the story was out on me. It had been for sometime. In the taxi queue there were further kisses, cuddles and sly feels of my arse by Jason and Nathan was doing the same to Tracey as well.Our little mini dresses were receiving plenty pawing and straying hands as the lads massaged our bums, caressed our legs and generally had a good feel of us as we waited.Once inside the black cab the same was to continue for the journey.We all had sat in the back seats, me and Tracey facing the two brothers who sat on the fold down seats with their backs to the.