She cast off the flimsy sheet that was all she seemed to need for night-time covering nowadays (do I even need that?) and stretched her naked body, ab...ndoning herself to the blissful enjoyment of being twenty four years old and totally - but TOTALLY - fit and healthy.She sat before the mirror and contemplated herself. Still that hair on her legs! Still the unshaven armpits! Must get them seen to - I suppose! Oh I don't know. Got to like the wild look, somehow!!Into the shower. She pulled on the. By the way I asked her what she was preparing she said she was cooking some curry for evening. I said that it was boring in my house and wanted to accompany her she agreed and she was talking and asking how my college was and asked about girls, I said very little and I was busy watching her cleavages from her nighty. She noticed that I was seeing she said that during her college days many boys were around her flirting her but she never liked any and she has prepared for arranged marriage. And I. Sara was a squirter! I couldn’t have been happier. I had only been with one squirter and, unlike other men, thought it was hot. I lapped up her pussy juices. I grabbed the back of her hair bringing her face close to mine.“Kiss me. Taste your juices on my lips.” Sara kissed me without a moment’s pause. “Now I think we can take those clothes off.” We quickly removed her clothes, Sara got her bra, I started working on her panties. Before you knew it, she was entirely naked in front of me. Her body. Camille furrowed her brow. "Hmmm, that needs thinking."Neither Camille nor I spoke for a few moments. There was a lot of information to digest.Did those tickets actually turn Camille's sister Debbie into a monster like Camille described? Would that happen to me? I thought back to my initial experiments with the tickets, and how I used them for revenge with Patrice and Kristen, and realized that this was an ugly part of me that I never wanted to see again.On the other hand, I saw the good things.