With a silent sigh of relief I retrieved my notes then poured some stale potato chips into my plastic Tupperware along with the two pint bottles of do...tored Poland Springs water. Lucky for me butch Betty didn't remember me from high school. I was merely another pesky boy in the crowd of male misfits. She was a man hating bully, and I would use her hatred against her. All bullies are tough on the outside to cover up their inner insecurities. Unchecked anger is an unhealthy emotional neuroses. It should give him a very nice view.I found the perfect attire, a see through lacy black tank top that showed off my white skin and pink nipples, with matching g-string. I found a sweet smelling lotion to top everything off. While lotioning my legs I found my hand wondering up my thighs and sliding between my legs. Just the touch of my lotioned finger against my clit made my cunt cream. I just can't wait for my husband to get home.It was 9:15pm and he would be home soon. I laid on the couch so. The best part of her body is her 36′ boobs, that are uncontrollable below that kurtas she wears. Her ass is a massive 40, and it was so tempting to look at, that I’d masturbated so many times thinking of fucking her. Oh, her name is Kavya. Since the first day of college, I would always stare at Kavya mam’s assets during the lectures, and she also caught me a couple of times doing that. And I bet she loved every bit of it, as she would always give me a smile after that. I continued my. Thrice. First, I told you my date book was clear. When I hung up with you, I called my boss and told him I had strep throat; he worries about nothing more than the wait staff infecting his patrons with dangerous infections. Finally, I lied to my best friend Brenda, cancelling our date to watch the midnight movie playing at the Student Union, using the same strep throat excuse. Damn you.Fifteen minutes later I saw you drive up in your Mercedes convertible, top down, hair tousled. Why did you.