Aur mein bhi in chhoriyon ka maza lene ko redy tha.Pinky ne salwar-kurti pahani thi, kishori ne skirt aur ninni ne lahanga-choli.Mene pahle to ek-ek k...o chuma aur unke ang mardan kiyeFir dekha ki in chhokriyon me vasana jaag rahi h to mein kishori ko pkd kr uska skirt utarne ko lapka.Vo diikhane ke liye daudi pr mene use pakd liya aur use apne ang se chipta kr dhire-dhire uska skirt utara aur fir panty bhi.Ninni ne mere ishare pr uske tops utare; ab kishori sirf bra-panty me thi, mera hath uske. Amongst them was a distant relative called shraddha(name changed) who caught my eye. She always used to laugh at my forwarded jokes, reply promptly and throw in nice comments which brought her to my notice. Eventually I turned the group chat into a one on one chat and we started sharing more than good morning & good night texts.She was 21 and ravish, a modern girl who had class to go with her well endowed boobs and a nice curvy ass. She used to send me selfies and pouting photos to which I. " I stood and put my hands out in a gesture for Jordan to come to me.Come to me she did! I was almost knocked over as she leaped into my arms to smother me with kisses. Trish stood and took the two of us into her arms as well. Finally the hugs, kisses, tears of joy and laughs came to an end and I sat Jordan back down on the couch."I'm going to get some wine to celebrate. Can you help me with the glasses, Jordan?" I asked. Jordan looked at her mom and there seemed to be one of those silent. Thinking of my absent girlfriend was painful. "Brian, you need to visit her. I'm worried about both of you. We talk a couple of times a week, but she seems more than sad. I'm afraid ... afraid she might hurt herself." You're kidding!" I almost shouted. "She wouldn't do that." I hope not, but I'm so worried." She moved against me again but I'd lost my hard-on. "Come back to me, lover. Please make love to me here on Princess while we ride." I thought she was going back to where the conversation.