I took a late afternoon nap. I knew that my security awareness had slipped some. I also knew that unless I bought into some really heavy duty crap, I ...idn't need more security than I had built into the apartments. It was way more than the street thugs and gang bangers would expect. Even the Russians would most likely get swept up in it. The Swamp Thing's black bag guys would laugh at it, but then why would they be coming for me.All security systems are based on the level of threat. They guard. I watch her as her eyes drop to the perfect smoothness of Evelyn's pussy, wet, glistening, open, ready.My fingers traces along her thighs, wet from her excitement and rush up into the source of her flooding. Our audience shifts in her seat, staring openly now and making herself comfortable, leaning back against her side of the train, watching as my fingers skip over the delicate flesh of my girlfriend. She looks up into the face of Evelyn, sees her passion and lust expressed there, her fingers. We returned home and I was wearing a middy top.We came to our room and he started kissing me , he hugged me tightly and started pressing my ass, I was getting wet by his touches. He removed my middy, top and I was standing in my white panty and grey bra. He put his hands on my thighs and pushed me to the walls and locked his lips with mine. We were in a lip lock that we heard some voice, it was sunita. She came to our room and told “ ohh, so love birds are here, I was searching you”. Amit. Because I had work, I only got to his place at midnight. We started off drinking some beer and watching some television show, sitting about a foot apart on the couch. Then he moved closer and put his arm around me. I knew I could stop him by acting cold, but I didn’t even feel a shred of ambivalence: this was what I wanted, to get fucked tonight. Soon he was massaging my nipple through my shirt. Soon our shirts were off and we were kissing on the couch.A few minutes later, we moved to the.