At first I didn’t touched her but then I slowly started massaging her ankle. For some 10 minutes she sat there and then..Bhabi: muje garh tak le cha....Me:okI made her keep one of her hands on my shoulder which made me move closer to her breast. Her blouse was barely covering her long boobs.. The tightness of the that stiged blouse had just made the cleavage even deeper and rounder from the bottom too. My god her body aroma was mesmerizing.Suddenly I saw her looking at me..Bhabi : ab jaldi se. "But Carly should be back in about an hour or so. Go get comfy on the couch, I'll bring you some iced tea." "Okay," I reply, secretly glad I get to spend some alone time with Debbie. As I sit down, Debbie comes out of the kitchen with two glasses of iced tea, placing one in front of me. We start talking, our conversation eventually turning to boyfriends or in my case the lack thereof. "Yeah, most of the guys in high school are so annoying," I sigh. "I remember when I was in high school, I felt. Fucking whore! Filthy slut! Satanic cunt! were just some of the comments that she heard and which filled her with ever increasing lust for what was being done to her. She clung to the animal like image of Satan, and gazed into the fascinating eyes. Never had she experienced such a feeling, she felt that she must surely be ripped open by the massive cocks within her body, and yet her holes seemed to slowly accommodate them and she felt more wonderful than she had ever felt in her entire life.. That was another thing she missed from those not so long ago days, Peggy mused as the woman in the aisle sat down and she was able to continue on to her seat. Back then; she could get a lot more than a smile from a pretty woman like that. Not to say Peggy lacked for company when she wanted it nowadays, but with all the changes in her life, the more adventurous aspects of it were just memories now.By the time she sat down and buckled her seat belt, Peggy realized that there was something more.