We were chatting on the phone, he from his university dorm in Bristol, me from my bedroom in my parents’ house. Following our holiday in Amsterdam a... few months before, we hadn’t spent any time together. We tried to chat on the phone at least once a week and we’d usually combine it with ‘downtime’, which is what we called the masturbation sessions we shared when we were younger.Usually we’d speak about girls (typically, Martin would describe his latest conquest in graphic detail) but Martin’s. Lekin ek do baar mujhse daant kha chuka tha ki devar hai, hansi mazak hi hai, rokna hai toh tumare baap ko roko, tab se bechara man hi man kudh leta ya akele mein tinku ko daant to. Tinku ne ek do baar bataya aur ro pada tab meine sine se chipkate hue kaha usko bolne de,bura naa mana Kar. Tinku bhi chotti chotti baaton pe ruansa hota aur mein sine se chipkati dono ko hi accha lagta.Dupahar ko tinku pass hi leta mein aankhein band Kar li aur pet pe haath aur sir rakha fir nabhi mein ungli karne. A kayak would have been the perfect vessel.One cave was especially interesting. We were able to enter through a wide opening. Once inside, we found ourselves in a large room. Around the room were openings in the rock that allowed sunlight to filter in. Rays of light pierced the water and highlighted the depths below. Shimmering light bounced off the bottom of the pools, reflecting back on the walls of the cave. The sounds of rippling water echoed through the large cavern.It was definitely not a. She wanted it more; she was holding my head near her pussy and asking me to suck it more. I put my middle finger in her pussy and I started fingering her, initially slowly, but as her pussy got more comfortable, I put two of my fingers inside her pussy and started fingering her fast, so fast that her pussy got wet, that was my cue to suck her pussy again and make her scream. Geeta was now ready for my dick, her pussy was more wet than she ever knew it could be, and she wanted my dick inside.