11-05-2019, 05:59 PM
I still remember the day , it was a Sunday and Raghu had had informed me that someone special would be coming to our house for lunch……and he turned out to be a special person in our lives and very special person who could take me to heights sexually.
I was cooking at that time when Raghu called me opening the door and I heard a voice…….and I tried to recognize …someone familiar……I went into our hall and I saw him…….Rajesh…..and all my thoughts of him started coming back to me. Those thoughts which used to make me cum. All that I imagined of him. All the rolling I used to do on my bed holding my pillow in my arms crushing my breasts on it imagining holding him. With all the thoughts going in my mind I stood there looking at him with my pussy wet and leaking.
“Swetha……this is Rajesh…….come here….”
I walked to them with my leaking pussy, still not believing that the person who used to be my dream guy has come to my house and standing in front of me offering me a hand shake. Raghu used to talk about his best friend Rajesh regularly but It never occurred to me that both of them are same.
“Swetha…….” call from Raghu made me come back to my senses.
“Yeah...........Hi Rajesh…..” and I held his hand.
His grip was so firm just like the way I used to imagine of his grip on my breasts.
I controlled myself else I would have leaked so much that it would become an embarrassment. I quickly went into our kitchen and I was smiling to myself. I admonished myself about my teen infatuation as I am now happily married.
That day Rajesh had lunch with us and told us about his life and achievements and of course I don’t remember any as I was in my own world. My teen crush was sitting in front of me.
That night Raghu saw a different me, all wet and all active and all enthusiastic and all demanding in sex. Raghu fucking me and I was getting fucked by Rajesh………. It did not ever happen that Raghu did not satisfy me but that night it was Rajesh who satisfied me…….
I was cooking at that time when Raghu called me opening the door and I heard a voice…….and I tried to recognize …someone familiar……I went into our hall and I saw him…….Rajesh…..and all my thoughts of him started coming back to me. Those thoughts which used to make me cum. All that I imagined of him. All the rolling I used to do on my bed holding my pillow in my arms crushing my breasts on it imagining holding him. With all the thoughts going in my mind I stood there looking at him with my pussy wet and leaking.
“Swetha……this is Rajesh…….come here….”
I walked to them with my leaking pussy, still not believing that the person who used to be my dream guy has come to my house and standing in front of me offering me a hand shake. Raghu used to talk about his best friend Rajesh regularly but It never occurred to me that both of them are same.
“Swetha…….” call from Raghu made me come back to my senses.
“Yeah...........Hi Rajesh…..” and I held his hand.
His grip was so firm just like the way I used to imagine of his grip on my breasts.
I controlled myself else I would have leaked so much that it would become an embarrassment. I quickly went into our kitchen and I was smiling to myself. I admonished myself about my teen infatuation as I am now happily married.
That day Rajesh had lunch with us and told us about his life and achievements and of course I don’t remember any as I was in my own world. My teen crush was sitting in front of me.
That night Raghu saw a different me, all wet and all active and all enthusiastic and all demanding in sex. Raghu fucking me and I was getting fucked by Rajesh………. It did not ever happen that Raghu did not satisfy me but that night it was Rajesh who satisfied me…….
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