When he finally answered her, however, she nearly moaned aloud. The words on the screen detailed his pulling her close, the feel of his arousal as it ...pressed into her belly, the water that pooled in the deep crease caused by her breasts being pressed to his chest, his lips ravaging hers, and his hands… She could almost feel one at the back of her head, holding it fast to his lips, while the other caressed the hard cheeks of her backside, squeezing and clutching, as if it had been driving him. And I m fair and 21. With 5’8 height.With good physique. So ab story pe atta hun.Ye meri pehli kahani h iss pe.Yea kahani 2011 ki h jab main 12th class mein tha tab meri mummy ki ek bahut achi dost thi jinke ghar humara khoob aana jana aur ghulna milna tha. Unki ek beti bhi thi , jo ki mujhse umar mein 6 sal badi thi uska nam pinky(fake name) hai,is kahani ki heroine h pinky.Toh bat uss time ki hai jab pinky ka breakup ho gya tha uske bf se aur woh kafi depressed thi , tab main he usse batein. I said okay and tuned my attention back to the screen. The blond was now being fucked from behind, and sucking a cock in front of her. Her huge tits swaying below her. As I watched her suck, I felt his left knee starting to rub against my outside of my right knee. I thought about moving my leg away, but I was frozen with excitement and nervousness. I kept my eyes on the screen and then felt his left hand barely touch the top of my right knee. Again I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw. "Well she ain't coming to find us, obviously," I answered. We found the stairs and climbed up to the second floor. She was in the first room off to the right, putting some clothes away in a dresser drawer. Her room was obnoxiously girly – frilly pink shit everywhere, a four poster canopy bed covered with stuffed a****ls, all white furniture. This bitch needed to grow up. I nodded toward her, and Frank and I stepped into the room. I cleared my throat. The girl practically jumped out of her skin.