That’s how you eat ass. Like high end groceries. He repeated it a few times – turning my body on. By the time I feel his finger slide in, my hole ...s puckering wildly. “That’s a tight pussy. Beautiful, but tight. Not bad for a slut.” “I ain’t no slut, yo.” I argued but felt my point somewhat undermined by my current situation. It’s not like I even knew his name.“My bad. No offense meant… This ass is tight though! When last did you get fucked?” It had been a while, I had to admit. Two months. I came back that day to my home and I wanted to fuck her desperately. That incident ended there.In the next few days, I didn’t speak to her properly and this made her very angry. I was not responding to her calls and texts either. Finally, that weekend, we spoke and she asked me to come to her house.When I reached there, she hugged me tightly and asked me, “Did I do something wrong?” I said, “No. Nothing.”Then I got some courage and whispered to her, “Poorni, look I am sorry. I don’t know what. True I would have to deal with my mother's wrath but she would get over it. I was pleasantly surprised when Mrs. Jennings parted her lips and kissed me back. My hands moved down to her small butt and I pulled her even closer as I felt her hand run under my half-shirt and she started running her fingers through my chest hairs and over my chest muscles and our tongues touched and they entered each other's mouths. Mrs. Jennings was making these whimpering moans I thought were sexy as her hands. I walked to the bathroom, catching a few eyes but mostly being ignored, which was mildly disappointing. It’s not like I wanted to be harassed, but a few involuntary stares never hurt. Well, maybe I wanted to be harassed a little.I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. The cold water took my breath away and gave me gooseflesh. I’ve always loved that tingly rush from the shock of cold water hitting my titties in particular. As the water warmed up, I soaped my body, rubbing my nipples.