She also admitted to me that she totally loved fucking and had fucked in the neighborhood of 70 to 80 different men. After 2 or 3 drinks, if she was t...e least bit attracted to the man, it was no trouble at all for him to get her to bed. I also discovered she was an outrageous flirt and an exhibitionist as well. She often was nude around the apartment and more often than not she never wore a bra when we went out. She favored loose, low cut tops and enjoyed leaning forward or bending over and. Can't you just imagine that your cock is buried in my mouth. Watching as my head moves up and down, sucking you deep in my throat with my throat muscles working. Your cock is being sucked and you can feel my tongue and mouth suckling you like you have sucked my nipples. My tongue moves all around with my lips moving constantly with the need to suck you harder, faster and deeper into the wetness. I am so turned on at the thought of feeling you buried in me. I take my finger and slide it back. ”Sometimes, I wondered that myself. I wanted to think it was different because I wouldn’t really force them if they didn’t want something. Except when I did, like when Amanda begged me to quit tickling her. But she had agreed to it ... I went beyond that, though. Was I really different, or just a bully with better rationalisations? Maybe the key was that I cared about them, but how did that matter? This shit was too complicated to sort through in the middle of a conversation.“And are you. I know she is looking me but not having such courage to ask her. Days went one day I decited to talk to her, she started talking friendly and we exchanged our mobile numbers and we chat any time. Omg! I forget to tell about her, she is Sharmila, not a beautiful girl but a good looking girl; she was in mild black in colour and having a good structure. Days went she became a very good and close friends, we chat at phone for whole day also. Suddenly one day I asked her wat you think when you saw.