And slowly, lifted her skirt and softly massaged her thigh. Instead of her panty, she had architecturally crafted her uppermost pubic hair and it was ...eatly shaved underneath. Her style aroused me more. I planted my tongue to get the salty juice flowing out of her. She gasped in pleasure. I tickled her clit and as it got stiff, I managed to bite it softly. She was amazed and pressed my head to give more. Then, I continuously licked her well lubricated petals. She was oozing more fluid. I. I would lay on my back, hold the showerhead against my clit. I later realized I could use my fingers because I was fooling around on the Internet. There were four of us that lived in our house: my mother, my brother, my sister, and me. My father had left several months after my younger sister was born and we have never seen him since. My brother John is two years older than I am, and my sister Heather is three years younger than me. We each had our own rooms for most of our time growing up,. I was alone and I entered the club.The first sight I saw an Indian guy tall 6 feet, toned, handsome just coming out of the restroom and our eyes met. I just went in and and stood by the car to order a drink. I was just thinking what a handsome Indin guy. Wish I could dance and know him more. In a minute by the time my drink was ready I saw he was besides me to prder a drink and I am sure he was hoping for the same.Since it was a gay party, things were quite open in the club. He did keep his. I wanted to see who won their little inner-group challenge.It so happened the bar they all went to frequently was within walking distance to my apartment, which was perfect for me, because that meant I could go there without them. And it meant that whenever I went, I could always walk home without any trouble. As soon as they told me about the bar's location, I knew that it was going to become my favorite place, too.One Friday night, all five of them were headed out to the bar together after a.