I swear she was half Indian, or at least I began to wonder if she wasn't trying to somehow start a fire the way she spread her hands, walking them up ...nd down my shaft as though trying to do that. It felt heavenly, and I even felt the heat from the friction she created, though she continued to spit quite frequently, keeping me lubed that way. It was decadent, seeing and hearing her do that. The squishy slick sounds she made as she continued to spit, soon adding my own natural juice to the mix,. She stood at the edge of the bed between us looking a little flushed with embarrassment and alcohol but continued to stroke her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Charlotte's hands moved to the waist band of her skirt she deftly undid it and let the skirt drop to the floor. She looked amazing just stood in her high heels and hold up stockings, her neatly trimmed pussy exposed fully to a stranger, I needed to fuck her hard. Charlotte placed a hand over her pussy to hide all of a sudden becoming. While going inside she hold my hand, we had taken seats of last row and last two, she sat by holding my hand and rested her head in my shoulder, I cannot control my emotions, and my hand is shivering, she told me cool darling and told about interest in sex.She asked me, who is the girl when that day, u came for movie, I told my friend, she asked again, I told again she is my friend she told ok. Some people are there in hall, lite was off, she is kissing me and taken my hand and kept on her. "Of course I'll help," you say again, helping is nice."Great," she says, "just take a seat here," she gestures towards an emptyseat in the middle of the small room. As you sit down she adds: "It'd be agreat help if you let me do your hair too." Of course, anything to help" you tell her. It feels nice to help."Good, just sit there and relax and listen to the music," she says anddisappears from the room. Relaxing sounds great it's what you've beentrying to get a chance to all day, and the strange.