Back again to that mound that so consumed him and separating her lips and caressing that little button that was the sweetest spot of the flower. She w...uld open her vagina so that he could see where he wanted to be. But he was tied down and couldn't get there. He couldn't touch and kiss and taste that nectar so sweet. She could so please herself within his view, and all he could do was long to be there and imagine as she brought herself to that frenzied ecstasy that he longed to bring her to. Me: You can call me my name. That’s much more comfortable for me.Swetha: Haha, I’ll try.Me: I’ll be at ***** restaurant by 9 pm.Swetha: That’s quite close to my home. See you there.Me: Alright.So we both met at the restaurant we had agreed on. She was looking pretty as fuck in a dark blue sleeveless long top and white leggings. She had an awesome figure with 34 sized breasts and a great ass.As I already made up my mind to get naughty with her, I was scanning her from top to toe. She had her bra. I had a sudden, small epiphany. What does any girl do when sheneeds something to wear? Why, she raids her mother's closet, of course.I matched a pair of my own black leggings with an oversized fuchsia topfrom my new mother's closet. It had a scooped neckline and a thin blackself-belt. She had a pair of purple heels that really completed theensemble. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so happy with thesight starting back at me that I wanted to cry. There was one more thingI needed to do,. Ab ye routine ban gaya tha ek din achanak mere college ka dost karan aur uski biwi varsha waha aa gaye mujhe dekh kar woh bhi hamare saath badminton khelne lage ab roj wo dono bhi badminton khelne aane lage meri personality itni akarshak nahi lekin koi baat hai jo ladkiyon ko meri aur aakashit karti hain ab hum ache dost ban gaye the roj badminton khelne ke baad hum bahut der raat tak baat karte rehte wahn mere alawa aur bahut se ladke hua karte the ab main asli kahani ki aur bata hoon mujhe.