A few weeks ago me and my friends were playing basketball till about 7 oclock at night and then we went to get something to eat and we both went back ...to my house we were both all sweaty so he got in the shower first so i went into my basement wear they were staying and she was down there watching TV its a nice basement it has two rooms and she was in the main room she was asleep she didnt have anything on except a holter top and some lepard skin panties they looked so skimpy they must have been. My finger finds the rough cluster of nerve behind her clit, her g-spot. I press on it gently, alternating between the spot and her clit. The effect is immediate and profound. She begins to breathe in deep quick gasps, moaning in pleasure and lust. Her leg curl around my head, driving my face and hand deeper into her. Her orgasm is building, like pressure in a volcano. Building, rising until..."I coming," she screams, "Oh, sir! Yes, yes, yes! I'm coming!"I continue to build it on her, taking her. ” she looked close to tears again.Jenny reached across and took Kate’s hand.“It’s no game, I knew I liked you when I met you in the shop. I think I fell in love with you on Saturday night. It just took me a day or so to take the plunge and tell you.” Jenny said.“You know, I knew I was gay quite early, I think I was about eleven when it occurred to me that while my friends were giggling about the boys in our class I was busy looking at the girls.” Kate blushed.“Eventually I started reading. Phone rang, it was Natasha…Asked where are you? Near ATM; I said. I saw a black Swift coming towards me. It came, halted and a 29 years old came out who was dressed in a sky blue saree with pounds of gold on her, hairs tied and her eyes was staring at me.We greeted each other and she welcomed me in the car and after entering. I figured out that on back seat her daughter Raagini and I was sitting and equally staring at me with even more questions on her face than I had. The feeling of guilt.