He was relieving his tension with drink. Mine was still coiled.“Practicing” he said, but still giving me the careful but clearly deceitful step-da...dy eye lust rove. But I was a big girl at a just tender eighteen and understood his male cheating. He’d look, he wouldn’t ever touch. I loved playing the slitch but wasn’t now. I knew my allure; my rich sapphire blue cheer skirt was so thigh high and my matching top so womanly bust defining and my brunette mane was in an outrageously high pony tail. I was a scared girl, but I saw goodness and kindness in Dave and made my mind and heart up that we belong together. Now we have Brindy. Is Brindy blonde?”“No.”“Is Brindy loved?”“She is loved. I can look at Brindy in her day and know she is loved.”“It is what YOU are inside that makes you loved, not the color of your hair. And you and I, we see Latinas who try to be blonde...”I nodded. She is right about that look. It is not good. And I look at my sister, she of the black hair, like mine, and. But after the first time we didn't really do it or chat much about it for a while. Then the night after movies we chatted a lot about it and eventually with a bit of help from my stepsister we managed to have some alone time together at my parents house.Cassi and I rather quickly made our way to the bedroom where we undress each other. Once naked I laid her down on her back and made my way to between her legs. I started muffing her puss, licking her up and down her lips and sticking my tounge. Dopahar ko main ek chadar odh kar leti thi. Maine apne saare kapde utar diye the aur kewal bra aur pettycoat hi pahna hua tha. Wo mere pas aaya aur bola, khana nahi banaogi. Bhookh lagi hai. Maine kaha, meri kamar mein bahut tez dard ho raha hai. Thoda sa balm laga kar malish kar doge. Wo bola, ghar par main hi akela hoon. Agar mai nahi lagaunga To aur kaun lagane aayega. Usne balm ki shishi uthayi aur mere paas aa kar baith gaya. Main pet ke bal let gayi aur maine apne upar se chadar hata.