Maine apna lund hathse pakad kar unki gand par tika diya wo dheere dheere neeche baithne lagithode pressure ke baad mere lund ka topa unki gand me cha...la gaya.Aaah kya garmi thi andar topa ek da jalne laga tha. Maine unhe apne upar bithane ki koshish ki par wo ek hath se deewar pakdi hui thi isliye neeche nahi aayi wo bahut dheere se neeche aa rahi thi aur main ekdam se pura andar dena chahta tha wo boli main tumhare upar baith gayi to tumhare kamar tut jayegi main bachcha tha unke aage. Maine. "Are you going to play or what?" Lena asked Bob impatiently, but she wasstaring right at me and the message in her eyes was kind of "What thefuck?" I'm sorry," Bob said, tuning the guitar. "I was waiting for your bassplayer to either get over her heart attack or drop dead from it." No such luck," I said sullenly. Inwardly, I went icy and took back thenice guy remark. Smart ass fucker.Bob blew us all away by playing and singing John Entwistle's bass linesfor the Who's "Pinball Wizard", then. She was still wearing her bloomers and showed no inclination to remove them. I wondered fleetingly if she had some disfigurement that inclined her to keep herself thus covered. She continued to stroke herself and regard me until it seemed she reached a decision. She climbed onto the bed and placed her knees either side of my head facing my feet. My sole vision was of her hairless treasure and I lifted my head slightly once again to touch my tongue to it and trace her lips. ‘Wait,’ she commanded. I removed her bra and started sucking milk while other hand was massaging, pressing. I also bit her tits in between by which she gets pain and sounds…….ah. I made her lie on the bed and removed her panty and was very happy to see clean shaven and started fingering. She was feeling very good bcz. She was shivering. I increased my speed of fingering and she handed the bed sheet very tight from which I imagined that she was about to come. So I stop fingering which she don’t like. I started.