He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen, like a Greek god. From the curly shock of dark brown hair that framed a perfectly handsome, angular fac..., down to the well-shaped feet, he was a delicious study in masculinity. The sculptured chest that fanned out to massive, muscular shoulders, the narrow waist and hips, legs ribboned with marble-like hardness, were enough to make any woman gasp with ecstasy.She did exactly that, biting her lower lip. Gingerly, she reached over and touched the. She took some oil and rubbed her hands in it, her slick hands returned to my dick, slipping up and down it's shaft. I groaned with pleasure. As my pleasure approached she stopped and stepped back. She stood astride my hands and lifted her skirt, exposing red satin panties trimmed with black lace. She positioned herself so that I could grope her smooth pert buttocks. As I continued to grope she bent forward and kissed me more. She proceeded to walk forwards until her arse was over my face. She. 6 inches tall and has a lovely figure of 34-24-28.she is slim with lovely big breasts.and trust me she is an absolute patakha.guys just die for her. Now lets come to the story.this incident happened 4 years ago.At that time our summer vacations were going on and Ahuti di had come to visit our house.Di(i call her that) and I are really very close since i dont have any siblings and she always took care of me when i was a kid.We share almost everything with each other.Lets get back.So Ahuti Di. You called me "unmanageable",but to me it felt like a fight for survival, that I wouldn't be able tobreathe if I didn't. You called me a "weird little dyke" and let me knowwhat you thought of that, withdrawing your love from me and concentratingyour attention on your normal, non-embarrassing daughter. Not that you'dknow the difference, but I never was a lesbian; although the gay/lesbiankids at my school were the most accepting, the closest fit for mesocially, and I threw my lesbian identity in.