P – Ahem, I knew you are a naughty ass since day 1 itself.M – I knew that you were wild too.P- Hahaha, explore and see.Soon our conversations star...ed very naughty day by day. We both started talking about sex every night and all. She would initially text me, and we would exchange our wild naughty dirty thoughts. The chat turned into voice calls. I would talk very seductively to make her horny and wet in bed.Well, I guess some experience paid off. I would tell and rub myself while she would do. She sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. I could see the curves of her boobs thru the semitransparent cloth and she was enjoying it. We drank our coffee and left.When I reached her building, she invited me in. I refused politely but she insisted. So, just not to create a scene on the street, I went in. In the lift, we were alone. And she was bold. She snuck up to me and kissed me on the lips. The taste included the just drank coffee and my pre-cum along with her special mouth freshener. Then. And on top of that: this was the perfect opportunity to bring my cheeky mood into practice.I had to move quickly, before Xander would start knocking on doors. I hurried to my bedroom to grab the shorts I had been wearing the night before, but took off just before I got up. They were pale pink, they were tiny, and they were loose, and, from certain angles, ricidulously see-through. They were in no way the kind of shorts one would wear around anyone other than boyfriend of very, very close. Mom intercomed down to have the reporters escorted "up the garden path" (literally and figuratively). They'd been accumulating in the uncovered parking lot just inside the front gate on the other side from the Staff Quarters, corralled there by our guards. The reporters were shepherded up to the interview area, where I was sitting with my families spread out to either side of me. Mom and Dad closest, then my sisters and then the Williamses.Just before the reporters arrived, Mom whispered to.