However, when I tried to kiss her and give her pleasure, she pulled away, giggling."See," she said to no one in particular. "I told you she was a slut... My own little Pussy slave."She pushed a wet finger in my mouth. It was soaked with her flavor. I sucked it clean as she pushed it in and out my lips. "Yes, Her is *my* pussy slave, isn't she?" she asked me, as if talking to a baby."I am- I mean Her is your pussy slave, Mistress," I answered."Her is turning her Mistress on and Her is making. . She has a habit to listen music….But one day all this has changed. While i returned home one day she was watching tv n asked me that do u have any new songs in your mobile i said ya check it out she took my phone n was forwarding songs meanwhile she come across a wallpaper in which lovers were kissing each other. While returning my phone she said bro your romantic i was surprised and asked her about it she said you have nice collection of kisses, i said wt’s there in that and asked had u. "Does Darlene remind you of anyone?" Deana asked.A couple of times, when Evan had looked the redhead in the eyes, it stirred something in his brain. He'd always attributed it to lust, but Deana's question made him wonder. "No. You?"His sister's expression didn't match her words. "Maybe, but I'm not sure."Deana was keeping something to herself, but he didn't have time to get it out of her. "I gotta go. You wanna come?" Shit, again? I can't, not for a while, anyway." Funny," he said. "You told me. .............On another day I was driving into work. Saw some college students crossing the street and let them go by. I imagined one of them turning to me and winking, a college male freshman. I stopped the car and followed him to his dorm room where he let me in wordlessly. As soon as we closed the door we went into a mad, passionate clinch, sucking one another's hot, snaking tongues down our throats as we undressed each other, only to find we both secretly were wearing ladies bras,.