Ahhhh.. Ki awaz pure room me gunj rahi thi..Fir mene unko sidha kiya or unke gulabi honto ko jjor jor se chusne laga wo bhi mere muh me jev dalke muje... sath de rhi thi hum ek dusre ki jev chus rhe the wo garam ho gayi thi 15min kiss ke bad mene unki sari or blouse petticoat nikal diya unka chikna jism bas blak bra panty me band tha fir mene unki bra bhi nikal di or jor seBoobs dabane aur chusne laga wo mere sir ko apne boob pe daba rhi thi aur siskari bhar rhi thi fir mene unke panty nikal di me. ..” she moaned as my thick hard cock stretched her insides as it rose inch by rigid inch into her clutching channel. I felt her body go rigid and held her tight against me as I kept slowly but insistently feeding the full length into her.“Oh God ... oh God ... ooooooooooohhhh,” she let out a long low moan as the last few inches entered her. I then felt the tremendous sensation of those velvety tight membranes embracing the full length of my thick cock as I pressed my groin flat up against her. The hill station was at the height of 4500 feet. It was chilly but deeply romantic. The sun had already set, giving us ample cover. Some other bachelor couples were scattered in the gardens, using the mist to make out without being noticed.Mohana sat in my lap, running her fingernails in my hair. I had opened her blouse hooks and started fondling her boobs. Then I asked:Ravi: Why didn’t you marry me?Mohana: My parents didn’t agree, you’re 33, and I’m 25.Ravi: I need you now. My heart is. We know some songs from that ... would you mind?”“Oh, please do! Let me sit down,” she responded.I took her hand and walked her to a table. I kissed her hand and went back to the stage.I was ready to get up and sing, telling Brigitte to be ready to play ‘Fever’.I first prepared like someone getting ready to do an impersonation, I turned to Brigitte and pointed at her, to start the beat... (I hadn’t tried this in six years!)I turned back to the audience... “Thank you, thankyouverymuch!”(I had.