You move quietly across the room until you’re standing at the foot of the bed and grasp the silky fabric of the sheet lightly between your fingers a... you gaze down upon me. You pull gently on the edge of the sheet watching as it slides smoothly across my body, the gentle caress of the fabric against my skin causes me to sigh softly and I roll over onto my back. Your eyes travel slowly over the curves of my body as you begin to gently probe my mind, invading my peaceful dreams and altering them. Being practical, and not wanting breakfast to get cold, I changed my tactics, and started tapping on the end of her clit with my fingertip. The first tap made her hips bounce a little, and each subsequent one got a similar reaction. She began to emit a little moan with each tap, but her eyes stayed closed, and I wasn't sure if she was still asleep, or just enjoying the stimulation. I started rubbing her little clit after each tap, and the motion of her hips got more violent and her breathing. Now I was having fantasies of having one of these women and having hot sessions with her. I slowly started yearning to taste a clit like theirs and progressively my hunger and obsession grew. I live in Africa and there just are no she-males or trannies here, but I wanted to taste a pussy on a stick! Slowly I accepted that I had a hunger and that a guy would be able to satiate my curiosity. I started frequenting the "dating" site more often and soon got hit on by people from abroad and even by a. It was a force of habit, living with family her whole life, but for her final year of college, she finally had her very own dorm room. She was free to peruse whatever video she wanted or do whatever she wanted for that matter. She could strut around naked in her room all day and no one would care, but Jennifer was too self conscious to even attempt something like that. She would even wait until it was past midnight before she would use the communal showers out of fear for being seen. Being.