I decided I must push my luck.She was wanting something; I couldn't quite tell, so I picked up some gel, and passed it to her, brushing her breast as ... did.She looked flustered, and I don't know why, but I made a crude wise crack, and she blushed below that dusky skin. She hurried off, and I thought, "oh well my pulling days are over, she probably thinks, sad old git."I paid at the check out and drove round to the station. I parked my car in one of the few available places right over by the. I replied her saying dress.And I also repeated same.She tells me black.I say I like black and you will look nice at black aunty.She sent a smiley and thanks. After chatting like this I ask her what are you wearing today she says nightsuit(nightie) I asked her, yes the climate is so hot and nightie is best.And I flirted her you are too good in nightie also.She says thanks.And I started flirting and asked sexy questions like are you comfortable with night suit and innerwear.I ask there is no. She said “Chaliye aap bahut woh hain, aap hi pyaar kar lena raat ko, achcha ab main rakhti hoon bahut neend aa rahi hai”. She kept the phone down. I was amazed with this girl’s cunningness. Continuing with my mission of taking her Gaand, I asked “Beta, yeh Lauda to ab tayyar hai aur ab to tujhe apni Gaand marwanee hi paregi”. Turning back to me and holding my dick, she said “Masterjee, aap samajhte kyon nahi, yeh mast Lauda is Gaand mein nahi jayega, aap meri Choot hi maar lo dubara aur jyada. He wasn’t a great-lookingguy, but he was good. He never lacked in his share ofdates. His father owned a photgraphy studio, which he letFrank use after hours for his own purposes. I had watcheda number of the best-looking campus woman hop into his carto have some “nice” photos taken. I wondered how many ofthose woman showed more than their flashy smile. Iwondered how many of them did more than just takepictures. I turned to him, not even realizing his reference wasto.