Silky panties met my hands. I found her joint wet and I rubbed her there and felt trimmed hair. She was holding my dick over my pajama. I pulled her t...shirt up and felt her nipple and breast over her bra and slowly lifted her bra over her breast it was too tight and thins I was afraid it might tear. But I wanted to feel her warm skin and soft breast and tweak her nipple. I wanted to suck the breast and lick it and feel the warmth over my face. She was medium complexioned typical Indian featured. This story from Ms diary relates to a Sunday when she wrote, V picked me up at ten in the morning, went to his place, straight to bed and he put a blue movie on, good fuck. As usual I like to lie next to M and ask her to tell me more while I wank myself off. She tells me that on this day her black rasta boyfriend, the skinny one with the big cock, arranged to pick her up early one Sunday morning to take her out. She said this was strange for a number of reasons, for starts where are you going. My pussy was quickly on fire as Ted gave me several more smacks with his hand. The sound of his hand hitting my flesh could be heard several feet away as onlookers began to look around. The excitement that ran through my body was overwhelming. Ted smacked my ass again and again until it was bright red in color. My juices were slowly dribbling down each of my legs as I was extremely horny. I wanted Ted to fuck me right there. I didn’t care if anyone saw us. I just wanted his big cock buried. .. in almost everything, I suppose. I mean, I watch people, I like nature. I'm not a scientist, but I like watching science programmes on t/v ... history is fascinating, and I like archæology. I like most music, but not some contemporary compositions ... they just seem like noise to me. Art ... interesting, sometimes incomprehensible..." I know what you mean," I said. "I prefer representational arts, but sometimes an abstract has... something, and I like music that doesn't make me work too.