He moved his arm lower and spread my thighs. He started to rub my clit and then slid his finger inside me. “Damn you tight mamichula, when was the l...st time you fucked?” “Um never.” I giggled nervously. “You still got yo V-card Tashey?” “Uh...................yeah.” He started to finger me a little faster and leaned in towards my ear and kissed my neck. He slid his finger out of me and started to circle my pussy lips with his index finger, he whispered into my ear “iz you gon give dat to me. She worked in the fashion industry, and had been modeling "for more years than I care to admit to". She went on to say that she was still working, but now only modeled high-end "mature" fashions for several large retailers back home. "I love my work, but I sometimes miss the pinup and glamour shoots I once did," she said. As we chatted, I noticed she was very toned and had the look of a much younger woman. She asked me about my background, and seemed intrigued by the fact I was living with my. She leaned forward again to rewet and rinse the cloth and, as her ass jutted out, my tongue involuntarily started to pass my lips. After the facecloth was wrung out, she held it her right hand and raises her left arm so she could wipe the sweat I so wanted to lick from under her left tit. She placed the facecloth in her other hand and washed away the sweat from under her right tit. She put the facecloth in the sink before clasping her hands together. She stretched them upward as far as she. They were all in a little tight-knit circle, sharing wild tales of the holidays, and reacting with their usual girl-girl snickering. However, they did make a little space for me to infiltrate their group for a few seconds. Before me were Bev, Carly, and Joy ... all obviously beside themselves. And then I felt a soft hand take mine from the left and behind, and there was the very pretty figure of Carmen. She was a completely different girl from the one who left the campus a week before.