All I could feel was a wet, silky warmth surrounding my cock that went cold when she lifted her body and warmed up when she lowered it. My head was bu...ried between her tits for what seemed like ages. She held her hands tight at the back of my neck; pressing me into her.She could fuck. That was a fact.She knew exactly what to do to me to make me explode but I was adamant that I would last her out. I struggled, but I managed.I heard her panting heavily into the air above me. I heard her utter. We are in groups for potty in open field.Elders put on towel but young like us used to undress at a distance and go naked.Unintentionally we get close look of each others dick and butts.One day I was sitting front to front with Bijay Bhai in potty.I saw his penis fully erect….hard,thick and taller compared to me…bunch of black hair grown at the root which I don’t have…the erect penis was jumping up and down while he was fondling with that.In the process of my starring at him our eyes met and I. It was a small, but beautiful, apartment building. Sugar Bear lived on the top floor with her bodyguard, a cousin appropriately named Vinny the Shark. Icy Butt knew he would be gone for the day, so the coast was clear. He rang the bell of the top apartment. Sugar Bear answered the intercom in a sweet voice. ‘I have a message from your father,’ he said. ‘He wanted it delivered in person.’ After scanning his face on the building’s closed circuit TV, she let him into the lobby. He took the. I could hear her heels on the stone kitchen floor, items being placed back on the table and the fridge open and close again. Was she deliberately teasing me by taking her time, or was she building up the nerves to move on to where I waited for her? Then it went quiet.I screamed out, more in surprise as I felt the flogger lash across my back, and heard her laugh to herself before she used the flogger another nine or ten times on my back. She must have removed her shoes in the kitchen and crept.