....Her face filled my view, and her hair touched me gently before her lips engulfed me. I was in seventh heaven, as my lover lay on me, our lips lock...d in a passionate kiss, our bodies wrapped the way I'd always wanted them to be. The kiss went on, longer than either of us could imagine. Again, it was the impatient skinny whore.She grabbed my lover by her luxuriant hair, and pulled us apart. "Don't forget us. You've paid high, get your value for money " Before I could say anything, Aarti spoke. She proceeded to touch him on various parts of his body with the back of her hand and ask if he could feel it. She had him lay back on the table and she poked on his stomach for a few minutes. She then told him he could sit up. She got a sheet out of a drawer and held it up in front of her with both hands at her waist and told Dad that for the next part she would need him to drop his clothes below the waist, but that he wouldn't need to actually take anything off, just let them fall to his. She had a way of walking that could only be described in poetry … I am not a poet, but you get the idea! Yup! I had it bad. She had me wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. We had fun, and shared many common interests, she loved old movies and classical music as much as I did, and we went on long bicycle rides. Holding her in my arms was the most wonderful things in the world. If the word love made any sense to us as teenagers back then, perhaps I was in love with her … or … at. I keep this up for quite some time. When I feel that I’ve had enough and I’m ready, I’ll find that one sweet spot on my clit and firmly stroke it with my finger. I don’t let up. I don’t slow down. I keep the pace and let the sensation catch up with me. On occasion I’ll slide the fingers of my left hand into my pussy and finger fuck myself at the same time. It doesn’t take long before holding back is an impossibility and I let myself go. My chest and legs arch off of the bed, my ass digs down.