On her way home, she took the bus and that was a mistake because she was unfamiliar with this route going uphill from the harbor. The bus was shaking ...and crowded and the mostly male crowd rubbed her pretty outfit with their hard shafts in every direction causing her to ignore them all with a haughty attitude. Shamefully, she had to admit the sheer number of the hard cocks surrounding her caused her internal passions to rise and she knew her cotton undies and pantyhose were probably damp with. Abhi time waste karna nahi chahiye.Uske bad me uski lip me ek kiss kar ke use phir se I Love You bola. To usne b mujhe Love you too boli aur mujhe baithe hue sofa me gira ke meri upar aa gayi aur bola ki tum mujhe kab se pyar kar rahe ho aur aaj tak bataya kyun nahi?Maine kaha ki sorry. Me tumhe pehle din se hi like karta tha. To usne mujhe kaha ki me tumhare bache ki maa ban na chahti hun tum help karoge? To me kaha kyun nahi I am all yours.To wo khusi ke mare meri hoth chumne lag gayi. Mano. Well, this story is a dream come true as it revolves around an encounter that happened with a teacher of mine I had been lusting since my first year in college.So a little about me – I am a northerner residing in Bangalore, a student and I’m 20 years old. I am a footballer, slim, 5’9” tall, and I’m fair. I’m endowed with a tool 6.5” in length and 3” in girth. I love experimenting in bed but my few favourites include eating pussy and extended foreplay. Any feedbacks on the story? Please write to. Subroto ma r buker opore mukh namie aanlo…ekta ston mukher modhye dhukie chuste suru korlo jore jore…r ekta haat die ba diker ston take dole dite laaglo…pagoler moton ma r buker mangsho Khuble khuble khete suru korlo….ma r chitakaro korte paarche na…du chokh bandho kore sue ache..nijeke sope diyeche or kachhe…majhe majhe gonganir moton sabdo korche. Dekhalm mayer mai duto aro boro haye jachhe .jokhon subroto ma r buke kamor bosache ba nokh bosie diche mangshe..tokhon ma uhh ahh kore uthchhilo.