My roommate wasn’t there so I told Divya to go in my room and take rest or watch TV.She said that she is not comfortable in the the denim and need t... change the torn out pant. I took out one of my denims and told her to change. She said she want a three forth or shorts as it will be difficult to wear pant due to her injury. I brought my short and gave it to her. After she wore my short, she came back to hall. Seeing her like that aroused me. We sat on the couch and started watching GOT. Few. “Mmmm. yeah, make me cum,” she whispered to someimaginary lover. “Oh, I need that cock. Fuck me, baby.Spray me with your cum. Ahhhhhh, fuck yeah,” sheexclaimed as her body tensed and her hand froze with acouple of fingers still inside of her. She laid stillfor a little while, letting out some soft whimpersbefore heading into the master bathroom to clean herselfup.With the show officially ended, I headed back to my roomand went to work on my cock. Knowing that the walls. But as I padded about the kitchen making some breakfast, the itch returned and I used the thick neck of a wine bottle up my arse and three fingers up my cunt to relieve the craving. I had a quick shower, and even then, as my soapy hands slipped over my body, I couldn't help myself. My slippery fingers were imbedded in my fanny, and I worked myself up to a fine orgasm. With my desire finally sated, I got dried and dressed for a walk in my local park. It was an unusually warm sunny day, and. He seemed just as eager to avoid it as she did. In a way it was a relief, in other ways, her body ached with disappointment.The next day went off without a hitch, at least in the beginning. Employees trickled in throughout the day, and would all arrive in time for the opening social that evening. By the time dinner was served Emily was already drunk on her feet in an attempt to bury her nerves. She was counting down the minutes and then cursed herself for thinking of those hands, those eyes,.