I ignored all these things as I was very loyal to my girlfriend. One day, my girlfriend and I have got into fight as I pressed her boobs while we were...smooching. She asked me to leave the flat. I came down angrily and then I saw her standing in front of her flat door wearing emblazoned yellow colour saree. She asked me to come to her flat to cool myself as I was so angry ad offered me ice cream. I went to her flat and no one was there. She asked me what happened in very calm voice. I poured out. I said yes sure. Well a couple nights later dinner, movie, and conversation was on point. On our back from dinner, am driving home he was kissing me rubbing me running his hands up and down my shirt, his dick look like it was going to bust out of his jeans. Were both hot by now I turned into his drive way he pulling me to come in and I couldn't it was his parents house definitely not to have sex. He said let me spend some more time with you. He got back in the car we drove off. He said there,. There was no phone in the locker room that he could find. He knew there was one in the coach’s office. If it was open he would just give the apartment a quick ring. He got up from the chair, complete with ice-pack and walked to the coaches’ suite of offices. ‘I knew it would be locked.’ He tried them all—even the head football coach’s door. They were all locked. ‘It’s getting to be three-thirty. I’m wasting time.’ He was hoping that someone with a key would show up and let him into an office. In San Fran."Back to her pussy, my index finger is rocking along the side of her clit slowly. She's starting to pant so I'll speed up. I'm dipping into the fluid on the bottom for my benefit, but I'll use it in a minute. Before I get her off, I want to slide a second finger inside. She's so wet I can slide it in dry. If it were the first, I'd lube it as I did, but I'm sending it in dry now so I can use the extra friction to raise her stimulation. It won't stay dry more than a couple of seconds.