Megha pani chodati hui karahane lagi boli thoda dard ho raha main bola pahli bar hai hodi taklif hogi .megha boli ab thoda aram do .udhar didi uthaya ...usake sath suru ho gaya mujhe didi ki chuchi bahut pasand hai gori gori safed par nipple ka kala tika mere land ko bar bar chodane ko majboor kar deta tha.didi ki nipple dhire dhire sahalane laga dono nipple ek dam kale jamun jaisa kadak ho gaya .aur mera land jaise didi ki chut fad dega is tarah se didi ki chut me andar bahar hone laga main kabhi. Two of my friends met up with two guys from another college. They ran off with them. My other friend, Sarah, and I talked to a few guys and eventually made it back to the hotel room that all four of us were sharing.I met Sarah in a Biology seminar. We were study partners and became friends. She lived at the Vegetarian Co-op. She was into the environment and nature. Sarah wore hippie clothes. She was nice though. I liked her. She had a soft voice and a clean look about her – dishwater blonde. “You talk about yours and I’ll talk about mine.” “Fine. His name was Miles Worcester…” “He sounds like a pretentious folk singer,” I interrupted. “Remember I told you that he was a John Mayer wannabe. Anyway, I was a freshman and Miles was a senior when we met in our gender studies lecture. He had messy dirty blonde hair, dressed like a total slacker, and reeked of weed. I fell for him instantly. To be honest, I didn’t know any better when it came to guys and dating. I followed him around. After ordering pizza, I sat at one of the chairs at the kitchen and was massaging the back of my neck. It felt a bit stiff. Probably because of a wrong sleeping position."What's wrong?" He asked. "It's nothing. A little case of stiff neck. Nothing to worry about," I said."I can give you a massage," he offered. I saw "desire" in his eyes. He probably saw it in mine, too.I stood up and brushed the thought aside. "I'm fine, thanks. This is nothing." I stood up and went to the living room. Sat on.