...................................An hour later the wine was gone, and we were both putting the finishingtouches to our make-up. Mhari was wearing a ...lack lace dress that wasjust verging on the indecent, it was ultra-short and although pretty seethrough the bits that should be covered to spare modesty were covered.After some persuasion I was wearing the dress Mom had bought me today, itwas a cowl neck tight to the shoulders and waist, the skirt dropped tojust over knee length but it had a. Ok, I’ll narrate it from here on from her point of view.Hi I am Fathima (name changed) I was born and brought up in Qatar. After finishing my school education, I was sent to India to do MBBS in Mumbai. I am fair and am very much attracted to elder men and professors. So I was eighteen back then, when there was hormonal changes, and I started having different feelings towards men. I used to stay in the hostel, and over there at night the girls would bring adult movies and watch it at night. You say, ‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week…’ Mmm, you spread my legs open, as wide as they’ll go, and you ram your rock hard cock into my soggy pussy…. You thrust into me so hard and so good, that I’m lifted up on the bed everytime you do it…. You take your cock, and pull it almost all the way out then plunge it back in really deep….I can’t think of anything, I can’t even say anything…I’m in shock when I hear a loud scream and realize it’s me…of course,. She trailed it from her nipples to her belly button and down to her clit. She could not let it touch her clit just yet, she wanted to tease her body a bit before stuffing it in herself. Her eyes were almost closed as she imagined her stepson’s dick dancing around the opening to her pussy. She was lost in the dream world of imaging Steve in bed with her. She could almost feet the veins on his rock-hard penis as it throbbed in her delicate hand. She did not care if it was wrong to pretend to fuck.