Main jab uski paas ayi to dekhi ke usne itne me aapni skirt utar kar sirf panty pehen ke baithi thi. Pink color ki top aur pink color ki panty me use ...ahut sundar lag rehi thi. Meri baith te hi usne phir se meri god pe sar rakh kar so gayi. Thodi der baad usne mujhse kahi “aunty aap meri badan pe thodi si haath phira dengi”. Maine kaha “kiun nehi”. To usne uth kar apni top ko utardi. Usne andar aur kuch nehi pehne thi. Uski stan (boobs) nimbu jaisi thi aur nipples whitish pink color ki thi.. "I protested. I told her that I couldn't, I wasn't that type of guy.She literally grabbed my dangling, untied bow tie and started kissing me. It was not an innocent kiss. We had to have been making out for at least a couple minutes when the party host's girlfriend walked by, opened a door, and shoved us into a bedroom. We fell on the bed and within seconds I'd unzipped her jeans, slipped my hands between her thick hair and her thong, and had my middle and ring fingers inside her, rubbing. Some else had modified it. She looked at it as she sat, nude, her beautiful copper hued hair dropping almost to her shoulders; swaying as she glanced back and forth. She reflected on its' requirement. In the few previous years she had deconstructed her life; almost meticulously, certainly after she had realized what she was doing, quite deliberately. Before her ?conversion? she had had only a few men; afterward, hundreds. Perhaps more. Perhaps all. She had learned to enjoy pain, to. I made a deliberate sweep of her breasts and crotch with my eyes, ending up with her eyes again. “No, I’m not.”She shook her head. “I know you’re male,” she said, running her hand over my chest, down my stomach and to my crotch. Even with as messy as I was, she fondled me. “And I like that very much.” She looked back up to my face again. “But we are alike.” The weight was back in her eyes. She meant something important.I racked my brain, trying to think of what she could possibly mean, but.