Thanks to my natural lubrication and the rain, I need no help slipping my fingers inside my needy cunt.The rain continues running down my face, water ...lipping between my pursed lips, as I lose myself in my thoughts.Dancing with abandon and freedom, hands constantly roaming my body, I find myself laying on a rocky ledge. I spread my legs and slide fingers in and out of my wanting pussy while kneading my breasts with the other hand. The rain is now pounding me, thousands of drops impacting my. I didn’t ask her what she looked like, though. I rarely do this. Seriously, I am much more concerned about who someone is than what they look like. We continued to flirt some more and almost an hour went by before she started to complain of eyestrain. I didn’t want to seem pushy, even though I was getting very interested in her, so I asked her if she wanted me to let her go. I was pleasantly surprised when she asked me if I’d like to continue our talk on the phone. I jumped at the chance and. Please go through my second encounter before reading this. I was posted to a place near Ghaziabad from my training center. I was told to go one particular room where 12 persons accommodation is available. Since the strength of the unit is more, I did not get any accommodation immediately. So, I used to float here and there, i.e. I used to sleep in a bed which is vacant. Some or the other, out of 12, will be on leave always.So it was not a problem. Near to our room, there was one small store. ‘Can we go to Milo’s?’ Milo’s was a pizza and sandwich shop that had been in the same location since before I was born. Everyone in the neighborhood had eaten there a thousand times. It was only a few blocks away and served excellent food. ‘Sure,’ I replied. During the fifteen minute stroll to Milo’s, Holly and I spent the time talking about whatever popped into our heads. As we talked, I realized that my mother was right, Holly seemed a lot older than eighteen. She wasn’t worldly because she.