" Gee, you're nice, Mr. Marcus, just like Sally said."How much had Sally told Ruthie about me?Instead of handing Ruthie the bowl of ice cream, Sally f...ipped it to her. Ruthie juggled the flying container unsuccessfully. The bowl landed against her chest, soiling the front of her nightgown. "Ewwww. Sally, look what you did!"Sally was too busy putting down the tray and opening a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup."How about some toppings?" asked Sally. Without waiting for a response, Sally pointed. When she started to unbutton my jeans, I kicked my shoes off and helped her as she pulled my pants down. As she stood back up, she ran her fingers along my cock, straining against my boxers. Then she stepped back, resuming her slow gyrations. I could see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her bra. As she turned away from me again, I stared at her ass as I peeled my socks off. Facing away from me, she undid the clasp on her bra, allowing it to slip off and fall to the floor. Turning. I woke up that Sunday morning in an aura of dread; in a matter of hours, the boy I adored more than anything was about to go out of my life. I told myself it was only for a while but I’m not that easily fooled, even by myself.We had promised each other faithfully that we would keep in touch but I was under no illusions about the likelihood of either of us writing much so, as we explored the beach together one last time, I knew it would be the last I would see of my beloved Johnny for some. I did not know Neeta since childhood, but my parents told me she is a distant relative. Neeta was very fair, average looking, tall, but looked very delicate. She had curly soft hair going up to shoulder length. Her breasts were medium sized, though looked full. She was mostly in long kurta and jeans, but her kurta’s were always hugging her bosom tightly. Neeta moved into the spare room which had a single bed, and study table. She was given a project which was my favorite subject, and during our.