Un chorro de sus jugos salió disparado y me dio de lleno en la cara. La señora se retorció de placer mientras un par de chorros más me bañaban el... rostro. Con mi lengua probé aquel dulce néctar y decidí probar un poco más de la fuente dándole un par de chupadas más a su coño.-Perdona corazón. Debí advertirte que generalmente termino haciendo un desorden cuando me corro.- dijo doña Norma disculpándose.-No se preocupe señora. Lo disfrute bastante.- respondí. Mi mascara estaba empapada pero. I looked at Kerry with more attention. She wore the same regulation school white blouse and black skirt, but the skirt was far shorter than my sister would ever have been allowed to wear and the white bouse was unfastened down to the third button revealing the cleavage of very generous breasts. Kerry may have only been the same age as my sister but her female hormones had promoted very full womanly development."What does she tell you?" I asked, my throat going a bit dry I have to say."Well,. Raj was holding my waist so tightly that I couldn’t move my body. Later, he moved his right hand on my left boob and started pressing it. I resisted his move and got released from his hands. And started scolding him for his behavior. He was so calm and told me how much he loved me.As a married woman, I was not able to take his words. And went on scolding but secretly, I liked his move. I too wanted his dick badly. He made me cool and convinced me how I’m not having a good sex life. While. Whats going through their minds as they watch this skinny anaemic-looking bitch with her Morticia hair/ paint-splattered Epiphone guitar and crimson lippy smudged halfway across her cheek/ chainsmoking ciggies and banging on about the New York Dolls/ Martian Belly-Dancers/ late periods or whatever else drifts into her head while the band struggle to tune up their instruments behind her and the lighting-guy goes postal with the dry-ice machine. Do they think Im weird? Ugly? Sexy? Do I look.