By 11 pm, I drank 4 bottles of beer, ate 2 packets of nutcracker and was pretty hammered.Now, before I move on, let me tell you about myself. I am 5 f...et 4, not so fair, nice hair, kinda fat and with good curvy features.I have no real friends, no boyfriend just a guy in my building with whom I share occasional alcohol and cigarettes. And by occasional, I mean like every day. I mean he is a nice guy, but like a really nice guy which most of the girls hate.Anyway, back to the story. At around. Raaste mein baton 2 mein unhone mujhse puucha ki kya tumhari koi girlfriend hai, kya?Maine jooth nahi bola or haan mein jawaab de diyaPoonam: kabhi kuch kiya uske saath? (Yeh sun kar main hairaan ho gaya)Me: Nahin.P: tumhara chakkar chalte kitne saal ho gayeMe: 2 yearsP: kaise ladke ho, abhi tak kuch nahi kiya,Me: kabhi mouka he nahi mila.P: Jaldi mouka mil jaayega (Main ghabra gaya)Me: kya?P: kuch nahi, phir kabhi bataungi, Ek long drive ke baad hum apne 2 ghar chale gaye us din maine uski. She moaned even louder as she had her first orgasm of the evening. I then sat back on a chair in the room and told her to get her toys out and give me a show. She grabbed her bag and layed on the bed again with her legs spread wide. She pulled out a vibrator first, pulled her bikini aside and inserted inside her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and began stroking it into her pussy faster. She pulled her bikini tops to the side as she played with her pierced nipples. After a few moments she. I was naked, of course. Clothes were such a bother, unless they were lingerie, in which case they were wonderful fun. Still, I couldn’t risk unintentionally tempting this boy with my bronze body. My gravity-defying breasts and robust backside might’ve seemed vulgarly exaggerated on another woman, but my thick thighs, toned abdomen and defined shoulders framed me with an athleticism that pulled it all together. My big violet eyes belied an innocence that had been corrupted centuries ago, my high.