This is true story of me and my gf Shreya main ek hooka bar main regular jaata tha waha par rakhi bhi roz aati thi hum khali smile exchange karte the ...par ekdin maine himmat karke uska number le lia…aur baaton ka silsila suru kia phir hum milne lage aur main use apni bike aur gaadi par kafi baar ride di wo to mere piche pagal ho gayi thi her name is Shreya sarkar she is in collg and has the perfect body one can think of uska figure arnd 36 30 34 hai.And she is damn sexy and good on bed also uski. It all happened one day when school finished early, some friends and I decided to go back to my place to play on my play station. I went ahead while they brought supplies. Our back door is left unlocked so I ducked down the side of the house quietly went in the back door noticing clothes strewn on the floor so decided to follow the trail. I stopped in my tracks outside our spare room, on the bed was our neighbor 19yr old Felix and mum’s latest boyfriend Connor. Connor was fucking Felix like. I lovingly run my hands over her breasts.... my lady, I'm just getting a feel for them, before I help you with this bra..... :-)I turn her around, and help slip on the cutout cups over her tits... securing the bra strap behind her back..... getting closer ... encircling her with my arms... my cock pressing against her ass..... my hands squeezing her tits... forcing the nipples out of the cutout holes... She asks what I'm doing, and I explain "This is just to make sure we have the right fit, my. Apparently our parents knew their parents a lot more intimately than we realized.We stayed up late that night talking. Now this doesn't mean I like there and listen while Liz talks. I usually don't have much to say because Liz pretty much says it all. Of course people listening to us don't get much. We use some sort of private language we sort of learned as we grew up. A lot is conveyed by body and face, maybe a gesture, and a few words here and there. Still, we communicate, and how we do it is.