But, she had just gotten divorced and was having trouble making ends meet and I had been laid off from my job as the company moved my job out of the c...untry. Luckily I had found a lower paying job back home but neither of us could make it on our own so Sushma invited me to move in with her. We had always gotten along very well and as a kid I had always looked up to her as she was three years older than me. Even in my college years she became the girl of my fantasies when I masturbated.Her. She turned around and looked at me, with a curious expression on her face, and rubbing her arm, where I had touched her. "Umm, I promise, Miranda, I was not making fun of you.. I don't know what it is, but you're different from anyone I have ever met," I said. "Let me take you to dinner tonight." "Excuse me?" she said, looking shocked, and her face getting red again."Allow me to take you out to dinner tonight," I said, staring directly into her eyes, and watching her blush intensify. She just. ' She whispered, her cheek resting on mine. 'It's so long since I've been fucked. I slipped my finger inside myself last night and if felt sooo tight. Almost as tight as my ass.'I edged my fingers down past her pantys, into her shaven thicket, within which somewhere was hidden a wet hole, apparently. It was farther down than I had anticipated, despite my diligent research into the matter through the years. Just when I thought my arm would stretch no more, I felt damp hairs, then my fingers. And also, despite my penchant for brunettes, her golden hair was dazzling.I didn't sleep at all the previous night, and sure enough, by noon I was exhausted. I skipped my last class and went directly home to bed and, yet again, I slept like I hadn't for a long time. However, this sleep was haunted by visions from the past and things I would have liked to forget. I dreamt of my family and that horrible fire, years ago, that claimed them. I dreamt of my sister and my endless screams upon finding.