. unless you want me to. Okay?" It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear but it would have to do. "Now take off your shirt." Jen peeled off her tshirt...."Watching her cum on you like that. She was so satisfied..." "And your bra." "I was hoping you would come back so hard... I think about it when I'm with my boyfriend. He has no idea..." She clearly loves being a badgirl. I play with her nipple rings. "Do you have any other piercings?" I ask. She nods. "Show me." She pulls down her panties slowly.. Then next evening i went to her house to return the shirt, duly washed & ironed. She opened the door wearing a regular salwar-kameez, an apron & a karchee in a hand. Looked cute.Me : “Hi. Just wanted to drop of the shirt & thank you ”S: ” Oh please. Come in come in. Leave the shirt on the dining table. I’m cooking dinner”Me : ” I’ll take your leave”S : “Arre have a tea or coffee at least.”The atmosphere was open & not formal at all anymore.Me: ” Looking the part completely. homemaker”S : “Ha. The third hit her in the right eye. She then covered my dick with the handkerchief.She began to giggle uncontrollably. She did her best to scoop the cum off her left cheek and lick it from her fingers. She looked at me and smiled. I pointed at her right eye and she said, "I know. I thought it would burn or sting but it doesn't". As she proceeded to clean up with the handkerchief she did nothing to clear her right eye. "If it wasn't that my vision is blurry in that eye, I wouldn't know it. ” “But we’re not just people. We’re… different, aren’t we?” She gazed at him for a second. “We are. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” His smile was wide. “Me neither.” He felt like all his dreams had rolled into one and suddenly became true. Half of him didn’t dare to believe any of it, but he knew, instinctively, that this time they were in it for life. The realisation didn’t seem to sink in at first. He just sat there gazing at her, unable to conjure up words for all the magical feelings.