"Fuck," I groaned,"You look so inviting lying there like that."Slowly opening her legs and showing me her lovely tight little maroon ribbed legged cot...on school uniform knickers, she asked then, "How do I look now?" Good enough to eat,"I told her.Taking me completely by surprise, sassy gasped, "Go on then, big brother, eat me, put your head between my legs and eat my little schoolgirl pussy through my gym knickers."Not needing to be asked twice, I knelt on the bed and pushed her grey school. Dreamt of your fingertips owning my soul. Dreamt of your hands; hard and rough, digging into the softness of my flesh. Controlling, demanding... My body aches, and my small breasts heave; the tips swollen and hard, desperately awaiting your touch. My hips left to writhe and twist, lifting ever upward in a never-ending, futile search… for you. I dreamt of the moist delta between my twitching thighs, hot and wet, being plundered and filled with your seed. I awoke, panting. Hips thrusting and. Not to mention a pink tight pussy like a fucking mouth ready to suck your cock dry. "Don't tell anyone!" She yells and she's all fucking panicky you know.And I'm like "You kinky bitch!" And she's like "Fuck you Albert! What the fuck were you doing in there?" "Having a wank, same as you!" "Well then... why don't we just fuck instead?" Now I know you're thinking this doesn't sound like realistic dialogue, but how fucking often do people talk like a Tarantino movie? Never. People actually do say. So, usually I will be alone at home from morning 9am to evening 5pm. My daily routine was wake up, eat, watch porn, masturbate and sleep.We have visited her many times, and usually she wears sari at home. The sari will be a bit light. So, by just looking at her, I used to see a part of her cleavage. Also, her navel were visible most of the time. Lately, just seeing it made me hard. A kind of obsession started growing on me towards her. She was the first person I masturbated thinking about.One.