There was A knock on door I knew it was she I opened the door she was wearing a pink chudidar dress in which she was looking damn hot. I pulled her in...closed the door and kissed her keeping her pushed to the wall.The kiss longed for about 5-6 min. After that I took her towards bed and threw her on it. I came on above her and kissed her neck then slowly proceeding towards her cleavage. I slowly unzipped her dress and threw it aside. She was wearing a white bra I removed it too. She was naked on. The tights actually had a bit of gold shimmer to them, which went well with her gold ballet flats. A gold headband and plenty of makeup finished off her look.Since we were close to the same dress size, she pulled out a red plaid mini-skirt and a black sweater, but first she said she had some presents. Out of her bag she retrieved a black corset and she fastened tightly around me. She started to stuff the cups but as I have always had slight man-boobs, she deemed it unnecessary and just pulled. . "Well, it might leave a taste for such things..." Randall said guardedly.Darla Jean flinched. "There wasn't much more that could have happened..."But there was, and both knew it. It could have been Darla Jean in the daisy-chain between Teddy and Stick, for instance. Both of them saw flashes of different combinations of themselves and the other three -- the kinds of things that a real orgy would have produced. Randall gave voice to the though, "Oh, I dunno. There were a bunch of things...". Her fingers slid down through them like soft fur on a puppy. She tugged at my blanket until it fell completely off me, exposing my wet cunt to her. I was already moist and glistening from having rubbed myself for some time. Even though we had known each other our whole lives, I felt shy…Her eyes laid on my vagina, my fingers rubbing slowly up and down. Paula had a boyfriend; but she said that he had never touched her cunt with his fingers. Now she seemed to really be into watching me."Have you.