I’d never been graceful, and my clumsy trait lingered still.Colin, my closest friend in school had always kept in touch with me, but we hadn't met f...ce to face since graduation as we were in colleges that were across the country from each other. He always looked after me when I hung around with the boys, and I was eternally grateful for it. He’d always try his best to make attempts to talk to me while I sat looking as lost as a nit in an afro. Me, being the quiet good girl always went. This week, my brother had gone to Singapore for a business trip for 10 days. Deepti and I were chatting casually and asked her why she didn’t go with my brother to Singapore. She was mad at me for bringing it up, she said my brother was useless and only cares about his work. After few minutes of chatting, she asked me to come over her place as she was bored and was afraid to stay alone. She said she likes to chat with me when she is stressed.I reach her home at 6 pm with some fast food, snacks,. I did. She tasted musky and felt wonderful. Sasha screamed! She squirmed over me and I fingered her pussy while I sank my tongue deep into her little brown hole. “Seriously! You guys can't do that! I'm going to get the RA! You guys can't do that!” The girl yelled. I stood up suddenly. My pussy was literally dripping wet and when I say dripping, I mean ropes of sticky warm pussy juice dripped down my thighs and clung to my skin. I pushed my body into Sasha's as if somehow we could join. My husband was a senior majoring in accounting. He was tall, has a dark complexion (southern Italian heritage), and good enough looking; but, like many accounting students, he was naïve and a bit lacking in social skills. He was also very religious. However, he had a very high-grade point average and had a job offer close to $60,000 per annum. I decided he would make a good husband so, after maneuvering him into asking, I accepted when he asked me for a date. And, after a few dates, I agreed to.