She was amazing. She was blonde, petite; maybe about 5 feet tall, but she had amazing curves. I would call her a small BBW. This is exactly my type. M... hands traced the outline of her hips as she undid her jeans and I slid them and her panties down to the floor. As I did, I kissed her softly, beginning with her pendulous c-cup breasts down to her waist, purposely skipping over her nether regions--I would get to those later. I returned to her lips, kissing her deeply and alternately nibbling her. We three were free all day and used to hangout.One day we were roaming in some nearby fields when all of a sudden it started to rain heavily. Before we could get some shelter we were fully wet. We reached a small shack nearby. Since her hair was all wet and dripping Saji removed the dupatta of her chudidar and started to dry her hair. She was wearing a pink chudidar that day and That was when I noticed her dress had become a lot transparent. I could almost see her nipples through her white bra.. But my lips would not stretch wide enough. He had his hand on the back of my head, and with a little push, he got the head of his cock in my mouth. He had to be as big around as a soda can. My teeth had to be causing him pain cuz I could not open my jaw any wider. I backed my mouth off his cock as the man behind me pulled hard on my hips, his cock started pulsing inside me. The man in front of me saying "better hurry darling or you are going to get it dry". I grab his cock and start getting as. She grabbed my hand and helped me climb out from under the blankets and sheets on my bed. Slowly we walked across the room, nearing the empty picture frame where she once stood. Just inches from the painting the phone rang, I blinked, and she was gone. I was standing in the middle of my room, near the painting, where I had been with her. I jumped over the bed and grabbed the phone.“Franklin, this is James.” the voice on the other end of the telephone said.“Yea, hi,” I replied groggy , “what.