It was 3 in the morning some where outside oslo and nobody was around the light in the street was on and we where sitting on a pench. I feelt her hand...and fingers, they went from my check down do my breast where i could feel her fingernails hooking in my shirt and pulling down. Her hand went fo further to my pants where she started to move up and down ...up and down... I got really excited and i pulled her shirt up I unhooked the bra in the front and started kissing her breast and sucked on. I had been up to the bar getting a round for the table. As I came back I saw her standing by the "Memory Table," flipping through an old yearbook. She'd filled out over the years; finally getting some meat on her tiny frame. All of her curves were in the right places. Her breasts looks significantly larger than they'd been. She wore a flowered-print blouse and a dark blue skirt that went with her heels. Her legs looked exquisite. In school she'd always worn her hair short, almost as short as. I was feeling the uniqueness of this that was the deep seated center of her womanhood. My light nibbles on her inner thighs soon turned more hungrily to kissing and tasting her wet pussy and clit. I was so glad that I had truly come to appreciate the act of eating pussy. I had Doll to thank for that newly acquired taste. I have no idea or remembrance of how I got naked or turned so that she could kiss and suckle on my cock, but I do remember that I rather suddenly felt a rapidly rising urgency. A few weeks ago you had been browsing rental listings in your city, discouraged at all the ghetto hovels you were finding in your price range, when it had sunk in that you’d need a roommate.Changing the parameters of your search a listing had immediately caught your eye.It was for a room share in a two story, three bedroom house, fully furnished, for 700$ a month all inclusive. But surely this had to be some sort of joke right? It was in the richest part of town! Pennystone Lane was hot real.