I was a little about that but then I saw Avantika trying to get something down from the shelf.I offered her to help which she readily accepted.She was...wearing a low cut blouse sari in which she was looking really sexy.i told her to get up on the stool while I would hold the stool.He stood up on the stool and raised her arms to get the stuff from the shelf.That was the first time I saw her navel and also from below I can see her watermelons also.I thought of touching her navel therefore I shook. The lips were inviting and by now I could see she was no virgin.The brief disappointment was replaced by my unbridled lust and I got over it. The scent of her fuck lube filled the car and forced its way into my mind. I bent forward and noisily sucked her cunt dry of all the nectar. However such was the magnitude of her arousal that I could not keep up with the amount of lubrication she was producing. Clearly she was a very experienced girl.My own cock was lubricating pretty impressively itself. I could see that bra pressed against my gleaming satin, my hair fallingdown my back, my shining pink lips, those thick glasses... I hurried myefforts to find something, anything, that would cut my binding.In the time it had taken her to 'prepare' me as she had, darkness hadtruly fallen and it had started to rain. Hard. I fumbled behind myselfin my pitch black kitchen listening to the storm rage outside as I triedto find my knives.I cried out with joy when my hand eventually closed around the. I'd never gone back home again. Not for a summer, not for Christmas, not at all. I loved California and hoped never to leave it again. On the other hand, love it or not, I'd never actually been to the beach yet. I'd seen it lots of times on the tube, but I'd just not gotten around to going there yet. I had a good idea of how to get there from the traffic and weather reports on the TV. Take the 91 Freeway to the 55 Freeway heading south. Turn right at Pacific Coast Highway and then left at the.