But me, I only had eyes for the Irish beauty in front of me. Sitting so far away gave me an opportunity to truly appreciate her. My eyes roved up he... curvaceous body. From her silver grey pencil skirt which hugged her round ass, all the way up to her modest B cup breast and flat tummy. She had somewhat of a skinny figure, which only served to make her ass and tits look even bigger. My eyes were glued to her, the way she moved, the way she spoke and laughed. The way she would flick back. I knelt alongside the girl, and started running my hands up and down along her contours. I used my fingers and traced the outline of her breasts, round and round, then moving downward, I fingered her belly button, licking my finger, and doing it again. They all gasped watching the events unfold. My fingers slowly crept toward her pubic hairs and I ran my fingertips thru their dense thickness, pulling at pieces of it, lifting it for them to see. Taking both hands, I touched her pussy, massaging. Than i cme in room he looking me and wowww u looking such a great. I m very much shy and my head down. Than he come near me and ask why u r afraid and shaking. I replied sir i m very much afraid and till nw no one boy/guy touch my body so. Than he told me hey u today u enjoy lot and lot and u got mba seat also and he give confirmation letter tat i m selected in mba. That time i m very happy and tan he told me nw u make me happy. Again i m afraid.. Than he cme near me and hug me i feel something. "Okay." I said flashing a smile, "If you don't want to know, then I don't want to know." We finished a light breakfast and sat staring at each other over a cup of coffee. What in the world could a woman as gorgeous as you see in a regular old guy like me I thought. I nearly spit out my coffee when I felt your bare foot creep up the inside of my leg. A devious smile covered your face. It explained why you had begun slumping down in the booth. You wasted no time running your toes up and down my.