Sangita chekaloo lagli. Jeebh var net net, mee tichya puchchit majhya garm shwasachi phunkar ghatli. Sangita suskarli. Tine pay ankhi phakavle and maj...he doke tichya puchchi javal odhle. Mee var pahile. Suresh sagle dole mothe karoon pahat hota. Tyane tichya stanancha parat taba ghelta. Sangita ne thyache hatyar hatat ghetle and thyala massage devoo lagli. Mee sangitachya puchchi che oth vilag kele ani jibhene tyacha antarbag chatoo laglo. Majhya lavda hi tath vhayla lagla hota. Majhi jeeb. Cocheta had laughed at the Hippy movement over the last fifteen years. The intellectualism of the Beatnik movement in the fifties had succumbed to pressure of Hippy's and the anti-war movement in the sixties. Their worship of the lowest common denominator had evolved into a burgeoning political agenda that found a home in one of the political parties during the seventies. Cocheta often said that maybe the Indians still had a chance to win if the whites continued to hamstring themselves.Cocheta. “WTF????” Lisa put the bottle between her breasts then adjusted her shirt and bra so they just barely covered her nipples. “Take another one.” Brittany happily took another photo then when Lisa wasn't expecting it Brittany tugged Lisa's shirt just enough for her nipple to pop out. Before Lisa could even respond she took another photo. Lisa squealed and swerved a bit on the road as she tried to conceal her nipple again. “Are you right there?” “I'm fine now. I've got one for my own personal. I don’t remember if I was ever fucked with such energy. Rise in fucking pace delayed my climax for some time and enhanced my pleasure beyond my imagination. I must say Lakith was just amazing, holding his nerves he tried fucking me with that pace steadily and I just went on going crazy in ecstasy.“Yes…. Fuck me … Lakith … Fuck me” For a starved female like me it was moment of pure bliss and with a rising excitement my grip over Lakith’s back went tighter, I wrapped my thighs around his pumping.