At sixteen, I thought she was the most beautiful, smartest person I knew.She hugged me and asked me if I wanted her to help dress me. I sobbed and nod...ed yes."Well, go take a shower and clean yourself up. I don't want some stinky boy inside my panties."I showered and as I was drying, Lark brought in some lotion to rub all over my body. It made my skin softer and it smelled delicious.After that, she showed me how to apply scented powder. Then, taking me by the hand. She dragged me back into her. She informed me these were the guys who used to fondle her. They were all very tall and looked like models. They came and sat along with us and started talking. Suddenly I realized that I had forgotten the mobile and my husband may call any time now. So I told priety we shall go back. But then the guys told that since my house was nereby one of them shall take me in their car to fetch the mobile. So leaving priety there I went with one guy (Justin) to my house. In the car he suddenly too my. Yet that isn’t enough. I continue my trail to my dripping lips, peeling them open so that one hand can play with my swollen nub as the other penetrates me with thrusting fingers. Feeling their heat there, I quickly get into a frenzy of thrusts that begin building speed, and all the while my thoughts are on how good your cock would feel buried balls deep into my tight heat. Such thoughts send me over the edge. I feel my inner muscles squeezing around my fingers, causing another orgasm. Such. He moved her hair aside and touched his face to her neck, but he didn’t kiss her. I realized suddenly that my pinkie finger was flicking my clit.As soon as I saw what he was actually doing, I got goosebumps all over my arms. He smelt her body odor from the sweat on her sexy nape.It started last December during New Year’s Eve party. There was something about him that pulled me like a strong magnet – oodles of confidence, squeaky clean hair, and naughty eyes. I’m a hopeless romantic, and he was.