I bet-”“No!”“I think I’m going to…”“It’s not her! I didn’t… it wasn’t…”I took a deep breath, knowing what she suggested wa... so much worse. “Bullshit.”“No! No, it was you.”“Bullshit. I wasn’t even out there.”“You gotta believe me,” I stammered, nearly crying. “I didn’t mean to! I’ve had a crush on you since, since back when we were friends. I didn’t mean it. I just… I saw your ass, you were adjusting, and I…”“Okay, okay… okay so wow….”She settled back, crossing her arms around her chest. “My ass. . 10 minute tak chusi aur usne saree pehni thi o mujhe utarne ko boli mene saree utar diya phir bach gaye blouse bra petticoat aur panty.phir petticoat utar ke use kiss karne laga. Phir tulsi ji ne mujhe bed pe dhaka mar ke giraya aur boli serious hoke mujhe chodo na….kya.? Kar rahe ho……..? OkMene phir tulsi ji ki blouse aur panty utar ke phek diya aur use mere taraf khicha aur unki muh me mera lip ko chus ne laga.aur boobs ko masalne laga…masalte maslate bra ko v utar diya.. Tulsi ne puri. She preferred fucking to making love; rough sex being choked; slapped; being spit on and getting ass fucked made her cum A LOT!She was wearing a coat but under it she was dressed like a whore out of a pervert’s wet dream! Wearing red open toe heels with red fishnet stockings being held up by a black suspender garner belt. Her frilled “mini skirt” was something from a sex shop and NOT meant to be worn in public. It was black; tight around the waist but looser as it went down. It barely covered. She intimated she would need to find her friends, as she had not driven. I took the hint: I offered to drive her home. She was a tad hesitant, but accepted. She lived not far from my own place, in a decent condo in a decent section. I got out and moved to her side of the car, but she already had the door open. So much for chivalry, I thought. Before she got out, I asked, ‘Could I get your phone number? I’d love to continue the conversation. I had a really nice evening.’ She smiled, and maybe.