"Baby, have a nice ride."She exploded into a billion little pieces...spraying me three times times in the face over the next five minutes until she fi...ally seemed to be drained of energy. I slowly eased off the stimulation and helped her come softly back to Earth before I slowly leaned up and away. When her breathing had come near normal again, I was ready to get her reaction; and she was examining the liquids dripping off my eyebrows and chin and running down my chest. "Well, Jill, was it. You know why? They used to call me a slut in high school. An attention whore. Well, fuck it, we’re all adults now, huh? You were wondering why I smiled at you that time, huh? I like when boys look.”At this time, I was visibly turned on, but I wanted more details. “How? Just how?” I said with an almost entertained smile on my face.“How? Oh, my study buddy… I’ll tell you…”Now, Sharmell was nineteen at this time. Her life would soon change. The plot would thicken. It would be in the form of a. She came back after some time with hot tea, by that time I was already inside the bed and blanket.Her cleavage was bubbling out and her thighs were looking hot.I instantly got a hard on. This is how our further conversation happened.Aunty: Yeh leh tere liye hot tea (and she smiled)I: Thank you, auntyShe then sat on the bed her full thighs exposing. I was staring at her cleavage and thighs.Her cleavage was pumping out of the towel and since it was wet was shiningAunty: don’t say this to anyoneI:. She looked like a two-dollar whore in a short skirt, low cut blouse and five-inch "fuck me" heels. She had no bra or panties and when she sat down her skirt had ridden up and she had spread her legs wide so that anyone who wanted could take a look at her pussy.She did not keep her eyes on the floor nor did she close them. She looked around at the men and let her glance linger on each one for a second or two as she wondered if he had been one of the ones to enjoy the use of her mouth. The tunnel.