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Early in the morning i got ready and told my mom that i’m leaving to college and i started to akhi’s home.. i reached her home with a cake and small gift and rang bell. she opened the door invited me in. but i was staring at her without any sense. she was damn sexy in her b’day dress. after a movement i entered her home and wished her 1ce more and gave her my gift. i wanna check my luck and i hugged her wishing her. she dint object and she to hugged me back.She asked me to sit and she went into kitchen and got a glass of juice for me. i drank it and started chatting with her. i was staring at her assets while speaking her, wah! what a sexy and firm boobs she had man…they r really erotic. i think she noticed that i’m staring at her assets and gave a naughty smile and pinched my leg. i’m getting closer to her. we started playing with each other and i took it as an advantage and tried to touch her assets and i succeeded to some extent. she noticed me touching her but she dint tell. His right hand slid under the waistline of my panties, just far enough for his fingertips to snaggle the outermost pubic hairs. Meanwhile, his left hand slid upwards, cupping my left breast, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger, while I tried in vain not to moan softly. Kissing me deeply, he continued to massage me despite my squirming. Without being aware of it happening, my bra straps were soon hanging loose by my elbows, and only his attentions were keeping the cups in place, whilst the ever-widening arcs described by his other hand had lowered my knickers a couple of inches. Thank God I had a matching set on today! I couldn’t make my mind up whether he was teasing my by going slowly, or unsure as to how far I wanted to take it, but he was sure taking a long time about removing the underwear – and by now it was barely serving the purpose for which it was designed – so with a what-the-hell shrug, I dug my thumbs into the waistline of my panties and went to pull them down..
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At first, she wasn’t sure if to ask her friend if we could sleep in the same room because she didn’t want anyone to know we were trying to go steady, but at the end she decided she would ask if we could sleep on the same room, so we did. I honestly didn’t even think we would have sex that night as up to that point we had both just been trying to get to know each other. It had been a long day so we went into the room pretty early; we both went to sleep pretty quickly. At around midnight she woke up to go to the restroom, this woke me up. When she was walking back from the bathroom I could see her figure through the semi dark room, she had a grin on her face I can’t explain, she didn’t know I was awake and watching her as my eyes were half shut. She was wearing a t shirt that ended half way up her thigh, her 34d breast were fully erect and I could see her nipples thru the t-shirt. She climbed into bed, spooned me and starting touching my leg and chest to wake me up. I faked I was.

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