Maine kaha ohh ab koi nahi mil rha kya,mam boli nigahe dal to rahi hu sayad koi mil jaye,maine mazak me kaha ki dekhna kahi mujh par mat dal dena niga...h hahahaha.Mam b hasne lagi n kaha ki kyu tumpar kyu nahi.Maine kha mam just kidding.To khne lagi means dal skti hu na nigah.Maine kha jrur agr apki marzi ho to.Fir khti h acha ye batao mai tumhe kaisi lagti hu.Maine kaha mam u r such a beautiful girl,koi b pasand kr lega apko.Koi khubsurat si pari lgti ho ap.Ispar wo haste hue khti h ki beta tum. I miss warmth from something that isn’t a naked man.The man of the hour steps into the room. He sees me. I hear him chuckle a little. I hope he isn’t too rough. His hands touch the cage. He’s right above me. I look up. ?Hello,? he says. I smile as best I can with my mistress’s panties in my mouth. ?Can I help you with that?? He asks. He reaches in. He pulls the panties out. My jaw relaxes. It feels nice. ?Thank you sir,? I say. ?Keep your mouth open,? he says. From that, I can tell what’s. She’d made the switch just in time to buy the textbook and sit in for the first lecture on Wednesday afternoon. She sat at the front of the class, eagerly waiting to see sexy Alex. When he arrived and came to the front of the classroom, he almost tripped at the podium on seeing her there. Her lewd smiling at him did nothing for his now jolted nerves, of course. Seeing how obviously fearful he was of his ‘rapist/rape victim’, she used Nigrovum to calm him: she visualized cool water being poured. As we had no spare rooms at our house Mark slept on a camp bed in my small bedroom, his bed was right next to mine, though a little lower.After one weekend night out we climbed into our beds and after a few minutes conversation settled down to sleep, I was having trouble dropping off and became aware that Mark was also fidgety, I soon realised he was stroking his cock and lay awake listening as his breathing quickened.A few more minutes passed and I then became aware of Marks hand slipping.