My mind, in its lustful state, recalled that her boyfriend never gives her foreplay. It had also been about a month since he had visited, so I assumed...she wasn't getting any at all. As my gaze fixated on her crotch, I wondered what her pussy really looked like. I could tell she shaved from the skin that was exposed, but knew there was more to behold. My brain presented me with an option. I wondered if she would wake up if I gently moved her thong aside so I could see better. I pondered that. I spread her legs and laid on top of her. She kissed me hard on my lips,“Oh Kabir, yeh kya kar rahe hain hum?”I put my hand on her panties and rubbed her pussy softly.“Oh yess yess yesss, baby, yes!” She moaned.I kissed her hard on her lips again. I kissed her on her neck and proceeded down to her boobs. She lay naked in front of me. Completely lost in passion. I kissed her belly and went further down.I kissed the lace of her panties and slowly peeled them away. Her pussy was exquisite.. He stood by the bed.“Let’s get you totally naked, I want to see all your tattoos.”He started to undress and with my eager hands helping him, he was soon naked. I gazed and admired his chest, shoulders, arms and legs. I placed the palms of both hands on him and felt around at will, running my hands all over his front. Eagerly I fondled his cock and balls, even though they were not tattooed. Then I turned him around and duplicated my actions on his backside. My hands explored and rubbed and. It was a two-inch three-ring binder without any label on its spine to identify its contents. She removed it from the shelf and opened the front cover. It contained hundreds of pages that were obviously print-outs from the Internet. The pages were all from the same website, which she had heard of but never visited, “The CIA World Factbook”.Flipping through the pages, she saw that the pages were almost all related to China, and focused upon the political dynamics of the communist country. The.