Mamiji aur main ghar me akele reh jate the.Main apne room me din bhar rehta tha aur mamiji ghar ka kaam karti thi. Mamiji ko dekhte hi mera Lund Khara... ho jata tha isliye main unse aankhein choorata tha. Aisa 15 din chala hoga, ghar ka kaam karti rehti thi mamji aur main apne room me baitha rehta tha. SIrf jab nahane jati thi mamiji to main, unki bra panty ko smell karta tha unke room me jake. Ek ajab sa nasha tha unke body smell mei.Sorry Mamiji ke bare me maine abhi tak kuch bataya nahi. Abhi. " sure he does"Tom said." If you want to sit on my lap and watch take off those wet pants, I don't want to get wet". Not thinking of anything I stripped down and climbed up on his lap. He had Buster roll over play dead, begg, and a few more. Tom had his hand around my waist, I looked up and asked he if he could tickle me again. " You like it, ok being your legs up. I laid flat across his legs, and he started tickling my chest and legs. I wiggled and laughed, he laughed, and moved his hands up. ”“And the sound?”“Rough, even with the excellent studio.”“It’s punk. It’s supposed to be rough.”“Eddie isn’t just some punk. He’s so much better than that.”“And not being punk would get him on the radio. And not just colleges.”“Exactly.”He sighed. He thought about FOP, Moe’s ex band. How, except for Moe’s terrible drumming they had the four-four sound of disco, and without her he imagined them heading that way, only with her weird lyrics, though maybe losing them, the best part of their sound. The thought of him between my legs made me needy. I slid off my panties as I thought of his rough hands sliding them off for me. I ran one finger across my clit and shuddered. Thinking of my man putting his fingers into my pussy made me insert my own. My pussy was wet and warm and tight. My man would love it. As I placed my left hand on my breast, I used the other to play with myself. I teased my clit and thrust my fingers in and out of my pussy. Moaning and writhing on the bed I could feel the.