We met outside the shopping mall. She was dressed in a red sweater, Levi jeans that excentuated her hips and (as i now call them) her fuck-me boots.Sh... looked hot, but she seemed a little reserved. I was still under the impression this was a study thing, even when she immediatley suggested we head to the pub for lunch.A couple of pints later she was much more relaxed and we chatted idly about nothing.Then out of the blue she asked "Do you want to come back to mine?"In what seemed like an. Over dinner that evening in the hotel, we discussed our plans for the future, I was wearing a little white mini skirt that showed a lot of leg when I sat down, Terry told me I looked good and I certainly felt it, he laid a hand on my thigh and toyed with the hem of my skirt while we talked, we decided to visit the registry office in the town where we were just to check for any pitfalls, if it went wrong, we would end up in jail, of that there was no doubt.I leaned into him as his fingers moved. Much like the dreamy vision Jen had cast, the girl was wearing a black satin robe and a feathered face mask. The event was in London, the distance was an issue, but it was also happening in a couple of weeks. John thought Jen would love this experience; hell, he would love the experience, but would he just fly off to London to fuck around? Would he? That simply was not something they did. He closed the computer and went to bed.All of the next day, John was preoccupied with the notion of the. I kept moving my hands on her soft boobs which had turned hot and tight.Her amazing boobs looked beautiful, inviting. I sat down on kneels held both her boobs, squeezed them softly in my hands. One after the other I crushed them and slowly took one boob in my mouth. I sucked it softly and kept squeezing the other some.She closed her eyes and bent her head back and moaned, “Ufff, Vinay, oh god.” I left that boob, moved to the other one gulping it in my mouth. I kept sucking it softly. I kept.