I would not submit to such degrading behaviour even as she swivelled, lowered herself into her armchair, threw a single leg wide across an armrest, th... remaining pretence of propriety flung asunder. I adjusted the focal point slightly, bringing her pouting perfection into sharp relief; a single fine line of manicured growth split her waxed mons, pointing downwards to the petal lips already opened beneath the lamplight, the darkened, blood-infused pinkness of her clit swollen and receptive, her. Perfect, but I get by pretty nicely. I am 5’7 and 145 and regularly work out, so most of it is muscle. I have brownish-red hair and “handsome” face, according to Katie, but still not one of the most popular guys at school.So right after Nate remembers about Katie, I get a call and sure enough it’s Katie.“Nate, I gotta call you back.”“Ok, cya man.”I pick up the line with Katie on it.“Hey babe, how ya doing,” I say in the boyfriendish tone.“Hi! I’m fine, but I was wonder something.” Katie. "Ana," he said, "I do so totally apologize!" He turned to me with a contrite look. "Natalie, I'm so sorry -- I thought she was you!"God, I felt my face burn -- everyone was looking at me now. I knew he was joking since he'd been next to me all evening, but all I could do was stutter a bit -- while I thought of Bob grabbing my boobs! My nipples tightened up hard enough to poke holes through our newly-patched wall."Bob, I think you need more practice in telling women apart..." Don commented then. It was time to leave this place and see how does the night pan out.She asked if I would want to join her for the last drink at her place. In a heartbeat, I agreed. She spoke to the driver in the local language, which I couldn’t understand. We reached her apartment. She used to live with three flatmates. Luck favored me, the house was empty for a couple of days. It was a party house. We entered her room and she bolted the door from inside. We got to talking and drinking until wee hours into the.