Her name is Leena.She worked in Bangalore, and I was there for my entrance test. Since I had no other contacts there and had to stay just for two days... and she lived as a PG not very far from my test centre, I opted to stay with her.Speaking of her, she is a girl you could not take your eyes off, however hard you try. Her eyes! Her smile! Oh! She is a Miss Perfect. A perfect pair of boobs, big round ass, a sexy-seductive-curvy waist. Words alone cannot describe this one piece of wonder.It was. In less than an hour we showered and left for the hotel.We weren't supposed to meet Steve until 8:00pm and we got to the hotel around 6:00, giving us a couple more hours of maddening anticipation. They dragged by but finally the time came for us to go down to the bar.As we rode the elevator down to the lobby, I couldn't help but marvel at Claire. She looked so incredibly beautiful. Her medium length blonde hair was naturally wavy and her eyes seemed to be two reflecting pools set deep into her. Something about how you're feelingand anything interesting that might have happened. And if you haveany... emotionally intense interaction with your parents -- or anyoneelse -- try to write about that. And above all, don't feel guilty ifyou feel too lethargic to write in it. If those depressive moods havegenerally happened about once or twice a month, it won't be surprisingif you have another one that keeps you from writing in the next few weeks."I won't ask to read your diary, but I'll ask. This felt gorgeous and normally l would have lain like this with him gently moving in me for ages, but l yearned for more, my pussy yearned for more. ‘fuck me bro, fuck me, come on fuck me’ l heard my mouth blurt out. Without any other encouragement he lifted me up from my hips, til l was on my knees, head down on the sofa, legs spread as wide as l could and he thrusted hard into to my now gaping and very open pussy. Holding on to my hips squeezing with his hands and with shots of delicious.