My God, she was even more beautiful than her pictures. A drop dead gorgeous smile, warm brown eyes with just a hint of mischievousness to them, and wo...derful long brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders. I knew it had to be Sandy. I confidently walked over to her and introduced myself. We shared a drink and soon were chatting like long lost c***dhood friends. I learned more about her life, her family, her work, and her interests. It turns out that she was a fitness nut too, and we hit it. She was already wet, and moaned as I slid my finger back and forth. I applied a little more pressure, and felt my finger slip into her love channel. I poked in as far as it would reach, then slowly dragged the tip out, searching for her G-spot. Suddenly, she reached down and grabbed my wrist, and gasped as my search was fruitful. I inserted a second finger into her cunt, while Jenna wrapped one leg around my ass, allowing easier access to her moist folds. As I applied just a little more. On that day, I promised myself that I would fuck her the next chance I get. The function went well.I didn’t need to wait long for fucking her. Next day, she came to over home with some leftover food from yesterday’s meeting. My mom took it. She also asked my help to move the furniture back to their initial positions. I said that I was busy in the morning and would reach back by noon. Renuka aunty was a housewife.I went to town. I was sure that I could fuck her today. I cut short the things I. As soon as people found out, I could see the images of the weird stuff we must get up to going through their heads. I could see in them the same reaction that I had first had to his fetish: mild disgust and confusion, but it was now aimed at me as well. People began shyly asking me questions about our sex life, if he made me do anything weird, if I was into feet too now, what foot-fetish sex consisted of.I could no longer tell my friends how great it was that my boyfriend loved going shopping.