So I kept walking. But I noticed she kind of grinned, so I slowed down at the next shop and pretended to look in the window. She stopped next to me an... for a second I was tongue tied just taking a peek at her toes. Then I turned and smiled and asked her opinion on some shirts in the window. She told me she was a personal shopper and would love to give me some advice. So we went into the shop and pretended to give a shit about clothes. Her name was Katya and she was Polish (still had the. His cock had been in my dreams for nearly two years, I was now approaching my sixteenth birthday and in my eyes I was a sexual, sensual woman, waiting to be fired from a cannon and into the sexual world that awaited.I exploded and gushed, his tongue working hard on my entrance, as he inserted two manly fingers deep into my pussy, his thumb triggering my clit. I could not hold back. I grabbed the back of his head and forced it into my pussy with all my strength, bucking and thrusting on his. I told her she could at anytime get some popcorns and tea and come over here and enjoy some movies. She happily agreed as her husband was a caterer he was mostly away from the town. She used to come with popcorns and tea and we used to relax on my bed and enjoy the movie. I always played Hollywood movies and she also enjoyed them. One day I asked her whether she had a boyfriend in the college. She first hesitated and I also didn’t ask her the same question again. After two min she told me. When I opened my eyes, she was glaring at me with a satisfied smile on her face.“That was fucking gorgeous,” she said. “Claire’s a lucky cunt to get that. Do you fuck often?”“Three times a week,” I said.“What’s she like?”We cuddled on the sofa and she questioned me in detail about how my wife fucked and what she felt like and tasted like.“Look,” I said. “She’s out of it. Come up and you can play with her cunt.”She looked shocked and excited. I took her by the hand and led her up the.