Oh, no, I’m rambling again, aren’t I? “Come on, Tryn,” She said, now clad in only her socks and her skirt and underwear which were now around her ankles. Indian Sex Suddenly, a new liquid burst forth from her slit, Sam let out the loudest moan yet as she lifted her hips slighly into the air. Sam then relaxed, her fingers still at her pussy, panting heavily. “Not really…” Sam said, looking down. Sam moaned again as she undid her bra, her large tits flopping out. I continued my work as she rubbed her tits, moaning. Something probably goes there. I continued my work as she rubbed her tits, moaning. “K…Keep going…” Sam said, “I think I’m learning something…” She then began to unbutton her shirt as I rubbed around her slit some more. It was then that I realised that her gushing pussy had left a roughly one-foot stain on my bed. “Wh..what?” I asked nervously. Hello there! My name is Tryn. Needless to say, we didn’t finish our homework that night, for I immediatly clambered up to the top bunk after wiping off my hand. Oh, no, I’m rambling again, aren’t I? Sam had gone through one of those “Sex is a big no-no” programs that was sponsored by the government,
