I leaned forward again and started to kiss her. Her tongue began to probe my mouth, while my hands removed her dressing gownMandy wrapped her legs aro...und me while I stared at her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra so it saved me some maneuvering. She reached up and grabbed my hair. Mandy guided me to her breasts.I began to lick and kiss each nipple being very thorough. As I did this I heard her moaning softly.Suddenly, she pushed my head back and said, "Fuck me." I stood up as she leaned forward. Probably something to do with the fact that she was a hot looking, athletic woman who was good in bed. It was not hard for her to get me to do almost anything and she knew it. So, when her and I went down to the local dance studio and enrolled ourselves in ballroom dance classes, I did have my misgivings. In the back of my mind I somehow thought this was only going to end up with me making a huge fool of myself. I was always fairly athletic, but dancing was something that just never seemed to. Lying back on the cool grass I ignored the possibility of the green stain that could discolour my crisp white blouse, so carefully ironed just that morning by my mother.Unbuttoning the front below the danger level, exposing my white bra and the small titties contained within their small cups, more like puffy nipples than breasts, undeveloped but highly desirable, and prized by men willing to suck them deep into their mouths.The thought made me more uncomfortable as I lay there, pulling my knees. Dono hans diye.mera to dimag hi ud gaya.ab yahan ka mahoul badal chuka tha.yeh koi porn studio type ka tha.bhaiya ne pahli model ko kaha tu neeche let ja aur pani taange faila le.apna ek hath panty main daal le aur doosre se apne nipple daba.doosri model se kaha tu iski taang k beech main let.iski panty ko uper se kiss ker aur apni dono hath apni panty main daal le.teri gaand poori dikhni chahiye.ab mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha.lekin bhaiya ne mujh per bilkul dhyan nahi diya.Ek k baad ek shot.