She moaned as my thoughts progressed to her crotch. Feeling her magnificent legs wrap around me as I buried myself in her again. Her thighs tightened ...ogether and I realized that she was probably feeling what I was thinking again, because it felt pretty good to me. I walked over to her but stopped short of touching. We reached out at the same time and pulled at each other. Our lips found the others and our bodies molded together. We didn't let our lips pull far apart as our clothes. "Do you remember Cindy Hartwell?"I had to search my memory banks a bit for that name. Cindy Hartwell? She had been in the same graduating class as Amanda and several years ahead of me. I was finally able to lock onto a mental image of her."Oh yeah, I know who she is. Kinda nerdy, mousy brown hair. Real smart though. Isn't she the one that got that Fulbright Scholarship?" That was her. I used to listen to her talking to her friends. She was so smart! There wasn't anything she couldn't discuss. I. Her face breasts and bottom are covered with drying cum and all are scratched and bruised from her fondling and gang banged abuse! Cum, from her cunt and asshole are also giving up loads of the creamy liquid that she has earlier been packed with, in the slums of Andheri. Her bare bottom is now sitting in a pool of cum that is getting bigger. Mistress M with the putrid leather collar still tightly around Mayas neck pulls her up onto her feet.. At first she is given a moment to steady herself,. I yearn for the return of those days when we’d wonder if she was cold or sexually excited. Now, I’ll never know even suspect if she was cold or sexually excited with all of that extra cotton batting getting in the way of seeing the erect impressions of a woman’s nipples. If I was to hazard a guess, with Sue’s breasts much bigger than Yvonne’s B cup breasts, and in the way her breasts were spilling out over her bra, I’d guess that Sue was a large C cup or a small D cup. Having already fingered.