I use to watch her sit in the shade and read, and pray for her tits to fall out, while I jacked off from my bedroom. When I was 18 it was the f...irst time my parents left me alone for an extended amount of time. They left for the Vegas on Thursday night and would be back Monday night. The rules were that I was to go to School and keep the house in order and NO PARTIES. And that our neighbor Ms. Fisher would be watching me. I thought my God if they only knew, what I wanted her to watch. She hasn't had a lot of experience so I tell her where to lick, how to suck, how to use her hand. I continue this for a few minutes then stop her before I cum. I ask her for a key to her room and tell her to get back to the party and if she's a good girl I'll come to her room that night. Later that evening, after everyone has gone to their rooms, I let myself into her room. She's already in bed. I undress completely without saying a word. I pull the sheets back to look at her. She's wearing the. Aur usne apne hath upar kar diye. Mene uski tshirt nikali to mere breast uske chest se ghise. Udhar bhalu kaka piche se meri hips pe hath ghuma rahe the. Feer mene salman ki tshirt nikali, jese hi mene uski tshirt nikali usne mujhe kass ke pakad liya aur mere breast uski chest se chipak gaye aur wo bola “oye hoy kya mast gaddi jese boble hai” feer mene bhalu kaka ka shirt kholna shuru kiya to piche se salman aur akki meri hips pe hath ghumane lage. Abb mai akki ke samne mudi to usne hath se. ” I would like to do more than saying hi and have a drink with her, I thought, as I opened the back door and began climbing the polished timber steps to the second-floor study/computer room overlooking the pool. The study door was open as I silently entered.Jigna was sitting on a short stool in front of the computer, engrossed in whatever she was typing, with her back to me. I stood there for a minute and then jigna saw my reflection in the heavily tinted blue panoramic window in front of her..