“I know, but I really cant. I want to, believe me, but I really cant!” she said with disappointment in her voice. I could see we had a connection ...nd she wanted to, maybe as much as I wanted her to, but the guilt of fooling around behind her boyfriends back was stopping her. I realised that my chances were fading away as I made one last attempt. “That's fair enough. I don't think you could have deep-throated me anyway, no girl ever has." The reverse psychology worked. Like a girl offered a dare. He licked and sucked my clitoris and entered a finger. It went in with ease as I was all wet and ready.Arjun without removing his dhoti took its cock out. It was hard as an iron-rod and leaking pre-cum. He entered his cock kissing my lips. I was feeling a cock in my pussy for the first time. Yes, I am a virgin. I was tight for his girth. He pulled out and again entered with some force. The dick went in a few inch he again trusted with some force but the dick didn’t move. It felt like something. He had also dropped his pants and I thought he was gonna piss next to me. Instead he pissed on me, covering my exposed hole with his hot piss. Then without warning he stepped forward shoving his hard cock deep inside my piss coated virgin jock hole.Here I was on a lit street getting fucked for the first time in my life. And my cock was harder than ever. I reached down to stroke myself and Kent slapped my hand away. He quickly put my jock back in place preventing me from touching my cock as he. We tried them on. They hugged our curves. Short, but with a split in each side, which reached high, almost to our hips. Backless, and with a plunging neckline. There had been a note inside the parcel, a note from Ambrose. A note asking if we wouldn’t mind wearing the dresses, but only if we liked them, he had picked them out himself. We had no choice, what Ambrose wanted, Ambrose got, that’s what Charlie had said.We wore silver jewellery, Sophie and I both had several pieces, I found a pair of.