But she's never been sucked bya pro like Trish Byers! she said to herself. This is going to be easierthan I thought . . . God, oh God, this is going t... be the sweetestlittle cunt I've ever had! The voluptuous blonde eased her fingers off Davie's upthrustbreasts and poured more oil into her hands. Then she resumed hercaresses, allowing her hands to slide down and across the smooth, flatbelly and over the sloping hips and down the sides of the excited girl'sthighs and calves, pressing her fingers. I took a break, then Trisha pulled on me to go to the living room couch. Jenna called somebody on her cell phone and jabbered on and on. Trisha sat on my left and held my left arm. She said her mom will talk and talk but we can talk private in here. We sat in the middle of the couch. I turned sideways and pretended to study her face with my right hand. I touched her cheek and all around, played with her hair and touched her soft lips. She shivered, and squeezed my arm, then pulled my right hand. Fir humdono let gaye.Pooja-Maza aaya tujhe?Main- Haa bilkul, kafi dino bad chudai kiPooja- Abhi koi girlfriend nahi hai?Main- Girlfriend nahi hai. Bas fuckbuddies hai.Pooja- Tabhi mujhe bhul gaye.Main- Tu bhi to maze le rahi jindagi ki.Pooja- Tu fikar mat kar, mere pas ek solution hai.Main- Kya solution hai? Bata!Pooja- Meri behan yad hai? Use chodega?Main- Nahi yar! Woh bacchi hai.Pooja- Ab kafi badi ho gayi hai. Junior college mein hai ab woh.Main- Fir bhi mere se kafi chhoti hui.Pooja- Tu to. Would you be interested in that?”“I can't see the connection, myself,” I said, “unless she's modelling scanty garments on a porn set.”Rosie chuckled. “Believe me, that may be closer to the truth than you think. I've had a few tentative dealings with young Miss Harris in the past and she can be a little unconventional. So what do you say?”“Yeah, it sounds interesting; I can't say I've ever been to a fashion show before, so it would be a new thing for me. Give me the details and I'll get in.