“I could play the different chords, up and down that way.”“Try it,” I urged. “I’ll play the rhythm.”“Take it slow, so I can have time ...to think what would be best.”“Okay ... Three, four...”It was kind of awesome, really, how she could just play the notes she needed, on the fly. From idea to reality in sixty seconds... I listened, my insides crawling with excitement as she moved the pattern around through the changes.“Damn, Muireann, that’s fantastic!” I cried when we finished the pass.She gave. . We met at my Gfs sister’s wedding and had some fun together.. I was not able to fuck her due to lack of protection.. I thought I would not get a chance after we move out, but she had other thoughts. She managed to travel with me to HYD to continue what we started.About me.. I am manas.. Slim guy with a tool worth taking in your pussy.. and the heroine of the story is Surabhi (Name Changed ofcourse) from Bangalore, 5.2, wheatish complexion, sweet little lips, long neck with 32d-29-36.. I had. … I let out a small yelp, she took me to the first man , he felt my boobs, ass and pussy as he passed me to the next, who did the same as he kissed me, I was passed from one to the other, the felt me up fingered my pussy and rectum, sucked my nipples then one told me to dance for them slow and nasty just like a white whore …I did as I was told, then I was pushed on to the bed and my legs pushed apart I was told to close my eyes and masturbate for them as they got undressed,Once they were all. They both smiled.He took her bag (she was only there two nights and had not brought much). They made polite conversation on the way to the car. Why was she nervous, she wondered, they had shared so much over the phone and the internet. Very personal things. And yet, it was as if they had never spoken.Once they reached the car, they relaxed. He talked about his new job and she spoke of her catering business. Neither one was hungry, so he drove to his house. As they walked to the door, he stopped.
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