She smiled with every touch of our bodies. She took every opportunity to feel my boobs and nipples as she helped me try on the red cat suit.Of course ...ll her manipulations of my tits had my pussy dripping wet.Odette got on her knees and started measuring my hips. She was close enough to be able to smell my wet dirty crotch. She even wiped her finger across my uncovered vulva. She smelled her finger, while smiling up at me. Then she insisted that I put on a crotch shield before trying on some. I had never had the opportunity for it, I was scared to go forward, but she seemed to be begging for my touch. I parted her cheeks with my hand and probbed till I found the pucked opening. It was dry, I knew I needed some lubrication so I pushed deeper down and the tip of my finger was met with the wetness of her pussy. It was hot and slick and I knew she was ready to be fucked. I wet my finger as I contnued kissing her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. She was moving with my. A stark contrast to my quiet, dull life growing up in a classic suburban community. On any given street you’d find someone willing to sell, to speak, to smile…or to take. I lost my watch twice before I learned not to trust anyone, not even little kids. Still, over time I came to appreciate that culture and to tolerate its dark side.So yes, I learned plenty, but as strange and passionate this country had been for me, nothing I ever lived there prepared me for the idiosyncrasies of my. “Well, so don’t complain.”“I’m going to keep on complaining. It’s freaking hot, don’t you see?” she said while she showed me her big angelic smile.We had another sip. I looked at her forehead and noticed she was sweating a little bit.“Jeez, I can’t stand it. I need to buy a fan. If you weren’t here, I would be lying naked on my bed,” Shannon said.“Seriously, you can take off your clothes. Let’s just pretend we’re at one of those beaches where girls go topless,” I suggested.“If I take off my.