“Robert,” I replied.“Cool,” she replied, “Nice to meet you. What do you do?”“I am an attorney,” I replied.“And you?” I asked.“A ...urse,” she replied.“Cool,” I replied, “Next time I’m not feeling well, I’m knocking on your door.”Tashita chuckled.“On no,” she countered, “Don’t come and infect me.”“Okay,” I replied, “Can I knock on your door any other time?”“Sure,” she responded, stuffing the piece of paper that I had handed her into the front pocket of her cut-off shorts.Tashita was a knockout and. Shortly after six, my doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was somewhat taken aback. Expecting to see Sara, I was surprised to see Tory with her.“ I thought you wanted help with history, Sara.” I said, still puzzled by the presence of Tory.“She does want your help, but not with history.” Tory piped in before Sara could answer me. She had an evil grin plastered on her face, so I knew something was up.I invited them in. What else could I do? They had me right where they wanted me. “So, what. .. you twist them around, then quickly pull them out. The sensation makes me catch my breath, I moan, then you thrust your fist into my cunt- as your tongue dances across my clit. You feel my pussy contract against your hand in anticipation of a climax. You pull your hand out and roll me onto my stomach. Once again you slap my tight ass with your open palm and scold me for disobeying your direct command. I push my ass up, my pussy... clit aching for a climax. Your fingers are soaked with my. Her top was a button-down made of some semi-sheer material,knotted up underneath to compliment her hourglass figure, tight belly,and enormous tits. My eyes lingered on her bosom as I made my appraisalof her. They were inconveniently large and she had enough of her buttonsundone to show off a prodigious amount of flesh. If she was wearing abra, which I doubted, it was a miracle of modern engineering. Sheprobably had more going on up top than anyone else in the bar right now,but that was.