The heel of her boots sank into the damp carpet of a room that posed as what she thought years ago to be a parlor. The thick kohl liner around her eye... began to permeate as wet tears leaked from her eyes. The smell was so bitter and sweet, but it was laced through with the amonia scent that came from piss left to long stagnant.The fumes burned her eyes and mouth as she moved aside the curtain that seperated the bedroom from the rest of the basement apartment. She almost gagged as fumes burned. I got up to comply I kisses Jonathan and removed my top as sexy as I could. My big tits were now exposed for the big IDF soldier to enjoy. I stroked his handsome jet black hair as he brought his lips to my nipples.Jonathan then took off his shirt so that his magnificent muscles were visible. This Israeli soldier had a magnificent muscular stomach and his arms were magnificent. He had a sort of military tattoo on one arm like many soldiers have.Now I knelt down in front of him and once again. The house was superbly organized and every piece of the poem was either hung from the wall or kept on the table.Neeshu sat on the couch. Satvik went inside and came back with a beer can and some chips. He asked Neeshu to make herself comfortable. Satvik popped out a canvas and presented it to her. It was a poem written for Neeshu.“The shower of the golden girl,Bestowed and carved on my canvas of love and dream.In my arms you glide like an angel.Feel thy butterflies in my soul.To shiver your. We talked for hours. I was mesmerized by her personality, I felt so excited. She told me how she used to be a good 'christian girl' who went to a boarding school but rebelled as she didn't fit in and would steal her family car and joyride. We got onto talking about sex and I asked her about why she didn't like inexperienced guys as she was only 18 and I naively thought she'd be inexperienced herself, being at such a tender age of 18. The she let me in on the secret that there was more romping.