I was about to reach for my sketchbook.“What are you doing?” I squeaked instead. “You can’t just come into a guy’s room and take your clothe... off. I’ve got a girlfriend.”“Do you know how much I had to work myself up in order to do this? Just get out your sketchbook and draw me before I lose my nerve. God!”She was definitely flushed and I was not going to let the opportunity to sketch her go to waste, so I started rummaging in my bag. Of course, that’s when Bree walked out of the bathroom. His middle finger slipped inside me. I was reeling with all the sensations. My hips raised themselves and my legs opened wider. He suddenly pulled away and Helen got up in front of me. She put her hands out. As I grasped them she heaved me off the couch and led me through to the bedroom. He followed. When we got there she came up behind me. She slipped my shirt over my shoulders and my bra off. I was naked, dizzy, giggly and very very wet. Her hands slid up from my waist. I used to at times stare at her cleavage and navel while she used to wipe the floor but never had any dirty plans in my mind. Coming back to the incident, 2 days had passed since my parents had left for our native place, and Geeta was in charge of the house and took good care. She used to come in the morning and leave in the evening and did all the housework including cook food for me. On the 3rd day, when she came in the morning, I was just leaving home. She asked me where I was going. I told. She used to be an average teenaged girl, a little on the chubby side, but very pretty, with long blond hair, a nice chest and a pair of lips that gave a me some very ungentlemanly ideas.Judging by the cleavage she was sporting, she'd definitely grown up a bit in the last two years.I sat down and we started catching up on things who was doing what, who moved, who stayed, that kinda thing. I did my damnedest to maintain eye contact throughout the conversation, but it wasn't easy.I looked up at.